The Gay Super Bowl sucks almost as much as the real Super Bowl.

You know, I realize that this makes me a bad fag, but I fucking hate the Oscars. I hate Orpheus just a little, because he's live-blogging about them, and therefore is paying no attention to me whatsoever, while I make him entirely homemade ratatouille (yes, even the tomato base I use is just a blanched/peeled/cored puree). Next year, I'm totally going to deposit his ass at home, and he can watch the damned thing by himself. This sucks royally. It's luck we fucked before-hand, 'cause he has zero chance of sex right now.