Oscar Party!
One of the two nights a year that I find sleep absolutely irresistible. This year I'll try staying full dressed, discalced with chilly toes and sitting in an uncomfortable chair.

I rallied during my sick day on Thursday and finally joined Netflix. I never get around to going to the video store - when the family named isn't in disgrace - and the library doesn't quite meet my needs. (Total digression - dear 'bot, Is the Westchester Public Library missing a copy of Back to Black and some assorted Christmas albums? Hmmm.) So by yesterday afternoon I was in business...watching La Vie en Rose. So I now I totally think Marion Cotillard should be Best Actress. Totally. (I'm sure the movie will win for Best Make-Up, considering the competition is (gag) Norbitt and Pirates of the Caribbean. Not that Davy Jones wasn't a masterpiece of some sort of creepiness. But Edith Piaf aging none too well and exquisitely believably is a triumph beyond tentacle and barnicle faces.

So, let's make dinner. Put the quiche in the oven. Get suitably uncomfortable and see what else I've missed at ShowPlace 8 over the past year.