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March 25, 2002
3:05 p.m.

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I tried to watch the Oscars last night. There's a few hours of my life that I'll never be able to get back. It was the dullest, most insincere thing I've ever seen. Even more so that Vanessa Feltz's celebrity interviews. Film stars were laughing raucously at Whoopi Goldberg's lame jokes for fear of being seen as humourless in the face of the cameras. It's nothing against Whoopi, I'm actually a bit of a fan, but the script was dire.

And the celebrities were trying to look surprised that cameras were focused on them. It was as if they were thinking "they never told me there would be cameras here!". They're actors for flip's sake! They should at least be able to pull off a convincing surprised look. Luckily I fell asleep 3 hours or so into it and missed all the over emoting and fawning and backside kissing.

You'll be pleased to know that I know the correct way to impale someone now. The good old fashioned way, like Vlad used to make. It involves an oiled, sharpened stick between someone's buttocks and a couple of horses tied to their legs. So if you upset me, me and my evil horse minions wil come after you. It's amazing what you can learn from newspapers.

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