Goddamn you old fake Panasonic TV! Why did you have to break right as Jon Stewart launched into his opening monologue?!? Why, oh, why did we have to try and move you to a more comfortable room in the house? Go to hell Palsonic! To be fair, it wasn't the TV's fault. It was the cable wire that was being held together with tape that we tried to plug in when we moved the TV to Kate's room because the prospect of sitting at the kitchen table for 4 hours while our asses were getting numb was too much to bear. The damn thing was just completely pooped. The worst part was had we just kept the TV in the kitchen, it would have been fine...it was working okay right before we moved it. So instead we missed the Oscars and I fumed the entire night. It's not like it's the most exciting show in the universe. It's just the fact that I had been looking forward to watching it all week that makes it hurt so. Ah well, such is life eh?
Boo to the Brokeback Mountain Best Picture snub!
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