
I don't know if Jake is attending the Oscars this year, and since I don't have cable I can't watch E! to find out the precise moment his foot hits the red carpet. That's probably a good thing. I believe the above pic is from last year; a suit's a suit, right? I wish I did have cable, because watching Seacrest might be better than watching Barbara (who's wearing a shirt made out of doilies) lob softballs at the Jonas Brothers.
I'll be live-blogging the Oscars, starting in about 45 minutes. Consider yourself warned.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.