Diablo Cody on her DIY Oscar…
April 8, 2008
See, my Oscar (or as the statue is awkwardly referred to around here, “it”) has been naked and anonymous since Han Solo handed it to me. Mr. Spielberg tells me they used to cruelly wrest the Oscar from your grip right after you won. Then they’d have it engraved and ship it to you in a few weeks. That shit is cold, right?
Nowadays they’re a bit more humane. You go home with your nameless Oscar (to faciliate nursing and co-sleeping) and then they mail you a DIY faceplate & screws. I just received mine, and being all thumbs, I could not get the thing to attach.
Neither could Loren, unfortunately, but he knew of some skilled metalworkers who could. So he found himself in the odd position of having to take my Oscar with him when he left last night. We swaddled it in a towel like the Christ-child, then placed it in one of the many hemp fiber tote bags I amassed on the Hollywood swag circuit.
It feels empty in here. At least I have my BAFTA (who is named Morris) to keep me company. You can kind of see Morris in the background of the photo, along with my prized Howard Shum portrait and a very special hamburger phone. And yes, that giant bean bag chair– aka “The Tuffet”– is my primary seating area. Nothing but class!
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