Arrr! The Oscars be delayed, matey! Wildfires be wreakin' havoc on our ship o' stars! Blimey, what a ruckus!
2025-01-13
Arrr, me hearties! The academy be givin’ the landlubbers a few extra days to cast their votes ‘til Friday, but the grand reveal be on Jan. 23! Alas, the feast for the fine nominees be scuttled! So, raise a tankard and await the news!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I hath news from the hallowed halls o' the academy! In a grand show o' mercy, they’ve decided to grant a wee bit more time to those poor souls who be affected! Aye, the voting deadline be stretched to the last day of the week, Friday, so all ye scallywags can cast yer precious votes without the pressure o' the ticking clock!But hold on to yer tricorn hats! The grand feast o’ nominees, the luncheon that was to tickle our bellies and warm our spirits, hath been scuttled, sunk like a ship in a stormy sea! It appears the fates be conspired against us, making a merry mess o' our plans. What a shame, I say! No fine grog or hearty grub to celebrate the swashbucklers who dared to be nominated!
Fear not, though, fer the results o’ this here voting escapade shall be revealed on the 23rd o’ January! Mark yer calendars, me mateys, for that be the day when we’ll know who be crowned the true captain o’ this grand nautical adventure. So raise yer tankards and toast to the brave souls who put their names in the running. To the seas of suspense we sail! Arrr!