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Hi, and welcome to the annual tradition here at www.peterdavid.net of live-blogging the Oscars. It’s fun. It’s entertaining. It’s not limited to 140 characters a comment (or response for that matter). And best of all, it guarantees that I’ll stay awake.

I’ve been paying mild attention to the red carpet. Every year I come to the same two conclusions: Women will wear dámņëd near anything, and no man on the planet looks as good in a tux as Pierce Brosnan did in the Bond films. Also, good news: apparently Cirque du Soleil will be doing a performance at some point.

So…let’s all get ready and hope no one gets a paper cut opening an envelope.

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As is my yearly tradition, I will be live blogging the Oscars tomorrow night, starting at 8:30 Eastern. Be here, because otherwise you risk not being here.

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Kathleen just brought me up to speed on California’s Prop 69 (which isn’t at ALL about what you’d think based on the number) which was approved back in 2004, fully implemented in 2009, and is now being challenged in the courts.

What it puts forward is the following: that anyone who is arrested on a felony charge is required to provide a DNA sample so it can be cross matched against DNA taken from other crimes and see if there’s a hit. (There are similar laws on the books in many other states.) There seems little doubt that it will wind up in the Supreme Court. And I honestly don’t know how I feel about it.

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So all of a sudden I was being asked from various sources about a price increase for “X-Factor.” I knew nothing about it. Eventually I traced the source of the rumor to a thread on Comic Book Resources, the website that I’d put in my rearview over a year ago because of the frequently toxic environment. There I discovered a lengthy thread keying off some sort of early solicit material that declared the price was now $3.99.

Continue Reading “The Price Increase That Wasn’t, or, “How the Hëll Did *I* Get Blamed for This?”” →

Yeah yeah yeah, so sue me, I’ve been busy. You’ve got them now. Enjoy.

And so ends those uncomfortable periods in our lives.

I was at Shea Stadium at 1987. It was a beautiful day for baseball, and it was policy that they let everyone attending the game, no matter where their seats were, to come down to field level and watch the Mets take batting practice. So there I was, standing at the railing, with dozens of fans of various ages all around me. My favorite player, Gary Carter–the guy who started off the rally that salvaged Game 6–was just finishing up batting practice.

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Back when I was live-blogging the Super Bowl, I opined that teenagers today had no idea who the people she named in “Vogue” were. Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Gene Kelly, Bette Davis: all these and more had no meaning.

Well, I was at the supermarket yesterday, and the cashier seemed quite young. And at a supermarket checking out groceries is pretty much the only circumstance under which some random middle aged guy can idly chat with a teen girl (she turned out to be seventeen) and not have it come across as creepy. As she ran the items across the scanner, I said, “Hey…you know the Madonna song, ‘Vogue?'”

“No.”

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