Still Holding...

Usually, it's the little categories which stymie me, but looking over my ballot one last time, I'm still undecided on the biggest category of the night: Best Picture. Once I've done an Indian Oscar Dance, thrown a dart, and pulled out a lock of my hair, I'll post my final predictions knowing they will count as my final ballot -- something I normally complete the day of the broadcast.

It doesn't help my obsessive mania, either, to realize that for all my Oscar pool winnings, I've failed to correctly call the Best Picture in any year where my ballot originated in San Diego.

In the meantime... it's a good thing that I have very few readers. Fans of either Simon LeBon or Eddie Izzard might have staged a protest on a larger site for the comparison of one to the other, but I swear... I watched a Duran Duran concert on VHI recently and darned if there weren't just moments when Simon looked for all the world like Eddie. Had I been able to grab a certain screen capture and a good pic of Eddie clean-shaven but not in a dress, you'd see my point.

C'est la vie.