So, who's doing what instead of watching the Oscars?

Composing a song and watching Old School.

I forgot the Oscars were even on.

practicing sawing a lady in half.

Avoiding the television, as usual, especially when Hollywood fawns all over itself as if most of their product didn't suck to begin with.

Drawing on green graph paper with the assistance of a drafting scale and a protractor.

Well, I don't know about you but I'm working on my writing.

watching the oscars and being on AW

It's 11:00 on Monday morning. WTF are the Oscars doing on?

Oh wait. Right. I'm on the civilized side of the globe in the cool kids' time zone.

I'm currently eating breakfast and working on line edits for one of my books before I get back to work on my new WIP.

jennontheisland said:

Drawing on green graph paper with the assistance of a drafting scale and a protractor.

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uh oh... looks like jenn is workin' on a plan.... I for one, am a little nervous...

I'm cataloging my frozen head collection.

I'm with Ben. I have half of chapter 8 done. If I finish , it will be the first time I've written three chapter in one day.

Taping a PBS documentary on Wyoming's fave son, retired senator Alan Simpson. Since the satellite receiver can only play one station at a time, that's what on. That's okay though; I'm a huge fan of "Uncle Al."

Making up my own Oscars.

I am watching a few episodes of Lost online. I had never seen so much as a second of this show until about a month ago and in four weeks I am into the middle of the third season.

The Oscars? I would MAYBE watch those if someone tied me up and held a gun to my head. A bunch of Hollywood elites blowing smoke up each others' asses while shrieking, "We're great! We're great!" No thank you.

Editing. What else?

Oh, but now that I'm done with my editing (a novella, a novel and a thesis proposal today) I'm getting ready to get going on my WIP and maybe...maybe...I'll sneak in a hot bath and a glass of wine.

I was drinking a few and watching The Road Warrior.

Ahhhh... Still satisfying after all these years.

Learning the words to "Hey Ya" in Icelandic.

Sitting here at work writing a query letter for a novel that is only a quarter of the way finished. I've been keeping up online, though, to see who the winners are.

Reading the AW boards and listening to cheesecore.

Oscars= Golden dildos for the stars.

One size fits all.

Well, I tried to watch a Netflix movie - the DVD is scratched to shit and the streaming movie has a SEVEN second delay between voice and picture. So I put on my online radio and just peeked at the results on Twitter. Man, how did people avoid the Oscars before computers?
Actually, I'm curious to see if the movies I liked win, but the pageantry and Vegas lite and stupid jokes for hours on end...please, it's painful. Awards fever starts in January and runs all winter - it's like every Sunday is a different awards ceremony. It's basically a company party, and if I was a working writer in H'wood I would not mind being there, partying for three or four days straight. But I don't have a burning desire to watch the cognoscenti, the elite, the royalty, parade around on my TV.
Whew, I got emotional about that. I'd better get back to work writing.

Watched an Irish music special on PBS.

Wow, 3720 frozen heads in my collection. I. Am. Awesome.

Wait, the Oscars were on? Huh.

Slept. Had a nightmare. Crept round house with torch, jumping each time toddler snored. Was reminded why i don't write horror.