happy oscar sunday, babycakes!
normally, the awards show isn't my thing ('cept for when i watched lotr sweep them a few years back! g33k pr1d3!! g33k p0w3r!! w00tw00t!) but this year i'm watching. because of jon stewart.
i heart jon stewart. i would, conceivably, ditch leff should jon stewart heart me back. (ed note: this would never happen.)
anyway, in honor of oscar sunday and ms burnt tortilla, i have taken the "who's your daddy, er, who's your perfect oscar date" quiz.
clive owen. well, at least he looks good when he's scruffy.
my other result:
angelina jolie. that makes MUCH more sense.
and now i must leave you. i have to figure out which bus i need to take in order to arrive at plastic passion. that could take a while. i'm crap at figuring out bus routes sometimes.