mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IC#2: Acceptance Speech for Winning Oscar It was a sunny day. So sunny, in fact, that the sun seemed to keep the clouds away. I had gotten the call -- the big announcement -- and I was on my way to this magical land full of famous personalities of different colors and talents. Everyone seemed nice. Just downright sweet. Yes. I was on my way to where even the air seemed sweet. I was to go to the "CTW" building, whatever that was. I had previously gotten directions off of the Internet. I went to Ask Jeeves and had to type in, "Can you tell me how to get to" so-and-so street. Amazingly enough, for my one brief search, Ask Jeeves didn't completely suck. The directions drove me through this neighborhood. There was a store on the corner, a few apartment buildings, kids jumping rope... Your typical neighborhood. The reason I was here: I had won an oscar. Namely, THE Oscar. Last name: the Grouch. The telegram I had gotten said that, "Mr. the Grouch had been regrettably evicted from his garbage can resort due to new building codes and a management unwilling to make repairs. All of the residents living on Sesame Street -- unwilling to either take Mr. the Grouch into their homes nor toss him out on said Street -- decided to hold a contest and give Mr. the Grouch to the winner." Lucky me. All I had to do was to go to the "CTW" building and make a quick acceptance speech and take home my new Oscar. It's an ugly job. But I guess it would be mean to toss the old greenster to the curb. What with all of the kids around and everything. Into the microphone I spoke: "Dear ladies, gentlemen, birds, elephants, and other monsters of this particular 'other side of the tracks.' I came expecting... well, not expecting anything. But I can honestly say I was surprised after flying in from St. Louis. And boy, are my arms tired! After my brief stay on the street named after an oil, I decided I should head back to the island with my other cast aways. Before I made it back, though, I dropped off Oscar with my mom so she could look after him. On my way home, I realized he came with a worm as well. A talking worm. I now don't know who I like best. Before leaving for the island, I took some polaroids of my new best friend so I could show my survivor mates. What do you guys think? 10:15 p.m. - Tues., Mar. 19, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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