Oscar night!

The Oscars are stupid, but it's a good time to get together with friends and eat food and have a Cleavage Pool. Everyone has their own reasons for watching: red carpet fashion, making fun of celebs sporting weird hair-dos for some mid-shoot film project, Jack Nicholson mugging like something that fell out of a nest of cuckoos, and some even want to see who wins. Me, I am the demographic that is moved by the host of the show. I tuned in for Letterman and now will have my pale globular buttcheeks planted and ready to see what diminutive hero Jon Stewart will do with his chance at Oscar lampoonery. Just please, God, make sure Debbie Allen still has NO involvement with this show and I will be forever grateful.

Anyway, I chose to answer my invitation to an Oscar party with a doodle: