And coming to you live...9:00AM from my television - the Oscars. It's Monday and I'm seated comfortably in my second hand red chair, about to enjoy all the goodness that Hollywood has to offer.
No Blue Monday here! It's a public holiday in Taiwan (a very rare event - there are only about 5 in the whole year.) Today remembers 2.28, a day when Chiang Kai Shek's military government killed a massive number of Taiwanese in the south, an event started over a street cigarette vendor evading cigarette selling taxes. Not to be too callous, because those who know me know I love a good opportunity to delve into history, but I plan on using this day of remembrance to make some memories of my own, beginning with my television date.
As with you, I'm sure, many questions pop into my head when I watch this extravagant annual evening. Here are mine:
Why does Christian Bale sound like an Aussie and look like Wolverine?
Identity crisis. He really does think he's Batman.
Is James Franco high?
Were people in the USA allowed to hear Melissa Leo drop the F-bomb during her acceptance speech?
I doubt it, but I heard it loud and clear.
Why wasn't Kirk Douglas invited to host the entire awards ceremony?
No idea, but I wish he had.