We're in high.

The blue cast takes to the ether from the Cerulean confines of the Suri surroundings of

the reddest room in the reddest place in the reddest thing on earth.

Holly Rock here, the western part across the streets from the Pleasure Chest, and next

door if anyone's cared to notice, to Paris fashion here on Santa Monica Boulevard,

on our pre-Oscar vibration of excitement weekend.

By the time this one drops, the Oscars of L'Avalority exploded, and your entire world

will have changed.

I'm talking to everyone out there listening in Proof-Costland, who's listening in Germany

and France and Australia, and especially Puerto Rico.

I want to say to them that once the Oscars happen, I really feel like after the Golden

Globes or after the Sag Awards or after the Directors Awards, you're like your life's

different.

You get up in the morning and you're like, fucking Argo and whatnot, right?

You don't think, oh fuck, I have bills to pay, I'm starving or whatever, gas costs five

dollars a gallon, or if you live in a far away country and you're listening and there's

someone who listens in the Malagasy, right?

We had a letter from Madagascar earlier in the year.

If you're listening in Madagascar, you're like, oh my god, lemur attack or whatever,

and then why didn't Ben Affleck get a fucking, why, it was the beard, right?

I mean, I know how you feel out there.

I know how you feel.

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