Well, just because he's a millionaire, doesn't mean he'll pay for something if he can get someone else to.
You know, I think you might have put your finger on how he became a millionaire in the first place.
Kat, look away from the Star Jones. LOOK AWAY.
All corpseified and gross?
Like a skeleton in a black wig.
I wonder if Branson would finance me quite pointedly not going around the world. I have no idea why my body is so convinced I don't need to work for a living, but this morning it was very "No, lie down a little longer, then maybe a stretch class and some krav. Then we'll have cupcakes."
Real downer.
Can someone please explain Star Jones to me? I don't get it.
She controls people through tiny two-way receivers in their shoes.
Big Virgin Atlantic site devoted to the endeavor: [link] The site allows you to track his progress in real time.
Big fat flakes now and windy. People are leaving. hmm.
Someone make me finish up my self eval. I'm not sure what to put.
Someone make me finish up my self eval. I'm not sure what to put.
"Ignores snowfalls of doom."
Big fat flakes now and windy. People are leaving. hmm.
Someone in my office said it's started snowing in NJ, but we haven't seen flake one yet here in the city. Want snow now!
Do folks think Chris Rock was better than Letterman? I do.
Yeah, it wasn't a disaster by any means. But it wasn't as fun as Billy Crystal's better hostings were. I laughed more at Steve Martin's. It was smoother and less weird than Whoopi's jobs, but I don't like an airtight Oscar night anyway.
I think the advantage of having Crystal as host (aside from the big production openings which are usually pretty funny and set a tone) is that Crystal
really
loves movies
and
really
loves show business. So he's like a good Allyson-onian snarker onstage. He snarks from love.
I liked the Oscars when they were baggy and loose. They should serve booze in the seats. They shouldn't cut people off - that's the worst. Rushing through everything and ticking things off. The Oscars are supposed to go long. That's what lets things happen.
Also? Read my lips: no more Beyonce.