Tomorrow begins TCM’s 31 Days of Oscar. I’m not going to lie, I love this time of year. Not only is it Tourny time – six weeks and counting – but a bunch of old movies on television whenever I want to record them. I like the 31 Days of Oscar more than the actual Oscars.

I’m weird. I know that. When I was little, I watched old movies like other kids watched cartoons. I might have been the only five-year-old who would sit through Gone with the Wind . . . all of it. I had also seen Every Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movie by the time I was 15. Once again, the only teenager who had an AMC magazine subscription (back when AMC was basically TCM). I’m not normal. Let’s be honest. On February 21st, I might just leave the DVR running all day. The Maltese Falcon. Top Hat. The Thin Man. Gaslight. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. This is my Netflix and chill.