So we're all going to die horrible deaths in 48 36 hours if Saddam Hussein doesn't exile himself to some anonymous third world jacuzzi, or perhaps the ad sales department at Hachette Filipacci, a portion of which he owns. [Ed. noteInterestingly, one of my neighbors is presently trying to hasten Armageddon by playing Queen's "My Best Friend" at 120 decibels outside my window. It's apparently working, as I can hear the gates of Hell creaking open even as I type. Oh, wait. That's just the garbage service.] But fear not! All is well! The Vanity Fair Oscar party will go on! Assuming the Academy greenlights the awards ceremony, that is.
War is the unknown variable in Vanity Fair/In Style Oscar party plans [MIN Online via IWantMedia]