Times-man David Carr has some suggestions for a writerless-Oscars: YouTube Oscars maybe? ("Imagine Cate Blanchett doing her LonelyGirl15 thing"!) And one of his commenters recalls the disaster that was the 1991 Clio awards—we can only hope the Oscars will be that fun. On that fateful night, the caterer served as master of ceremonies—and the winner's list went missing. Oh if ONLY.
In early May, claims of drug use among Evans' hangers- on gained credence when police arrested three at his Manhattan town house, charging them with possession of cocaine residue.
It's a crime to possess cocaine residue?! I know I shouldn't be surprised, yet I am.
I'm available to host, as long as I can tell stories about all my former bosses that will be sitting in the audience. For comic relief, I'll read aloud the seven page confidentiality agreement I had to sign when working for a certain Oscar-winning director.
Just get a bunk of midgets drunks and let them around the stage. Everybody loves midgets.
