And the Oscar goes to...who cares?

Don't everybody get too excited, but Blondsai's playing the Sidebar tonight. Thursday, as I may have previously mentioned, is the new Friday, so hit the town. My friend Tim is a teacher and says this is one of the many times of year when you'll see a lot of stressed out drunken teachers due to parent-teacher conferences. I don't know about you, but I'd just be like, "I can't help it if your kid's stupid." Well, maybe not, but you can get together some teacher friends of yours and teach them a lesson about how much stronger your liver is. Tax time is what's making me want to drink. I've never done my own and feel a little stupid myself as a result.

Whatever...Is everyone psyched about the Academy Awards on Sunday? Yeah, me neither. Why are all the movies depressing as hell this year? Even "Juno" isn't all smiles. (And if I have to hear that Moldy Peaches song one more time, I'm going to shoot someone.) "Atonement" made me want to open up my veins in a warm bath, and "No Country for Old Men" is so bleak it makes "Dying Young" look like a laugh riot. 

Eff the freaking Oscars and go play pool at Dougherty's or eat at Dizzy Issie's, which sounds like a joke, but they have really good food...Check out the over priced Mustang Alley's or be cheap and go to Patterson Bowl. Do anything but sit through boring acceptance speeches. Well, I'll probably watch it anyhow...you?