I know you're a homo and all, but maybe you can appreciate this.

moireach and I watched the Oscars last night the way we apparently watch all awards shows of every kind these days: on Steve Carell HIGH ALERT. This involved half-watching the broadcast while doing other things (I was simultaneously watching, playing a computer game, reading my friendslist, knitting, and reading a book, depending on how interested I was in what was going on onscreen), and keeping an eye out for any time the camera panned near where Carell was sitting, and then on each occasion, rewinding three times to watch those parts again. This process takes place even if all that's visible of Carell is one-quarter of his face, or just his shoulder.

(This process is even more involved and wretched at any occasion at which the entire cast of The Office is present, such as the Golden Globes, in which case any brief glimpse of any cast member is fair game, and clips are played back in an effort to reconstruct exactly where everyone is sitting/standing at any given time, so as to more effectively create RPF for our own amusement, e.g., "John and BJ are both missing - I AM JUST SAYING.")

(You know, sometimes I think this roommate situation isn't entirely healthy for either of us.)

Anyway, if you've ever looked at pictures of any Little Miss Sunshine events, you may have noticed that Greg Kinnear and Steve Carell seem to have some manlove going on, as in this ( picture )

which appears to be some sort of family portrait taken at their gay wedding, with one of their fathers and their adopted daughter. (Uh, and some Screen Actors Guild awards - whatever, you didn't bring your SAG award to your gay wedding?)

So with this context, I am just saying, the best part of the Oscar broadcast was 1) Carell and Kinnear presenting together, 2) after their presentation, Steve's wife sitting by some seat-fillers for what seemed like a long, long time, 3) and finally, Carell and Kinnear returning to their seats with BOTH THEIR TIES CROOKED. I'm just saying, I hear that Carell will fuck anything that moves.

(Yeah, when I'm driven to Greg Kinnear/Steve Carell RPF as a highlight of a broadcast, you know it was a pretty lame Oscars. And I watched until the VERY END, inexplicably - I AM SO TIRED TODAY YOU GUYS.)

It's been snowing a very damp, clumpy snow all day long, which means my ankles have been wet all day long and everything is grey and mushy. I am NOT A FAN.

Bonus: two songs I've been enjoying a ton lately, Still Life and A Telegram from the Future, both by The Russian Futurists.