It's impossible to care about "the run-up to the Golden Globes." All prediction-of-winners pleasure is sapped by the Globes's towering arbitrariness, with quirkily splintered categories requiring something called "the Hollywood Foreign Press" to decide whether Wolf of Wall Street or American Hustle or Inside Llewyn Davis is the year's Best Motion Picture, Musical or Comedy. (Juh?)

But once the actual awards ceremony is upon us, the Globes are a blast, featuring the drunkest attendees, the weirdest winners, and the best hosts. (Also, the Golden Globes celebrate both film and television, so scans of the crowd show a funky mix of TV and movie stars, sitting together beautifully in a room.)

The Golden Globes awards broadcast goes down at 5 pm this coming Sunday, and Danielle Henderson, Kelly O, and I will be watching that shit and holding forth on what we see. "The Globes are my favorite award show for two reasons: celebrities indulging in massive quantities of alcohol, and it rarely if ever goes into overtime," gushes Danielle, while Kelly says, "I haven't watched the Golden Globes in almost 10 years! I usually only look at the fashion blogs on Monday!" As for me, I'm joining everyone else in the world in expecting good things from returning hosts Tina Fey and Amy Poehler....but remember how Neil Patrick Harris hosted the Tonys and everyone loved it and then he hosted the Grammys and everyone REALLY loved it and then he hosted the Tonys and nobody loved it anymore? NOTHING IS CERTAIN AT THE GOLDEN GLOBES.

Sunday, 4:30 pm, see you here.

(And if you insist on caring about who beats who for what, here's the full list of nominees. Fun fact: Idris Elba and Chiwetel Ejiofor are competing against each other in two categories!)