And the Oscar goes to...

The Oscars are finally upon us. Will it be Black Swan or The Fighter? Jeff Bridges or James Franco? Nicole Kidman or Natalie Portman? We love Hollywood, with all its glitz and glamour, but frankly, there are far more interesting people I would rather see up on that stage giving an acceptance speech. Like me. Or you.
So forget spending tonight updating your Twitter page. Congratulations! You have just won the shiny gold statue for, well, being alive dammit. So get up on that stage, and let's hear it.
Give us your best acceptance speech. Quick-write [poem it, prose it, just bust it out in under 500 words] your thankfulness for all the little people in your life.
I would like to thank Hall and Oates, first and foremost. Without their hit single back in 1985, there is a very good possibility my parents would not have had the libido to conceive me. I would like to thank my Poppy, who is no longer with us, for telling me to get a job the day I graduated college. I didn’t think people actually worked for a living before that. Oh, how can I forget my miserable third grade teacher Mrs. M.? Mrs. M. showed me exactly how I didn’t want to turn out when I was 48 years old. I would also like to thank the little Asian lady who works the cashier at my local Chinese eatery. I have no idea what her name is but she is always so freakin' happy and she never charges me for the extra egg roll. I would also like to thank the man or woman who created Internet pornography; my Friday and Saturday nights aren’t so lonely anymore because of you. And last but not least I would like to thank myself--for having the stomach to picture all of you naked. Good night. @mrfritz
