Thank you, and good night.

Aaaaaaand we are now 47 minutes over schedule. A little courtesy people, please! I have BSG and Dresden Files to watch.

good night, everyone. it's been fun.

See ya, guys! bed now.

Ten minutes short of a four-hour show. Wow.

Yay for Marty a second time! I really have to see it now. I'm with you, Maria -- we saw nothing this year. Very depressing.

Man, is my bed calling.

Wow. I suppose I should see the movie now. Is this a suprise? Yes, I am so far behind on the nominated movies this year.

Me too. I think I'm going to go to the DVD rental machine tomorrow afternoon and see what's left. (Why are there no video rental places around here anymore? The DVD machine, which has maybe 100 titles, is the only option.)

This feels like the longest Oscars ever. I think I am too sleepy to go to bed.

Some bits from the Defamer WnP:

8:44: Jodie Foster is crushing both Melissa Etheridge and Ellen DeGeneres in the Most Flattering Lesbian Hairdo race.

8:39: Ever wonder why the telecast runs over four hours? Consider the seeming twenty minutes of your life you just lost to watching Michael Mann's completely insane "America! The Montage!"

8:04: The announcer just called Hugh Jackman the "Volver-rine." Backstage, one of the writers is shitting himself with glee, having won a bet (and with a potential two hours left in the broadcast!) about who would get the worst joke on the air.

And one of these days, Penelope Cruz is finally going to get this English stuff down. No hurry.

6:20: The best idea we've heard tonight, courtesy of a friend at the Official Defamer Viewing Party: There should be a halftime at the Oscars. Sure, the ceremony would probably go over 5 hours, but at least we'd get a few minutes to relax and enjoy fifteen or so minutes of Prince stroking his demon cock.

I was thrilled that Scorsese finally won, but wish Little Miss Sunshine had won Best Picture. Also happy with the Helen Mirren win, and thought Forest Whitaker was the most deserving although Peter O'Toole was my sentimental favorite.

What is Jessica Biel doing at the Academy Awards?

Best Dressed Women: Helen Mirren, Cate Blanchet, Reese Witherspoon. But I'm always hot for Helen and Cate so I may not be reliable. I'm also hot for Jada and Rachel Weisz and I thought they looked good too.

Somebody should force Meryl Streep to just get the haircut she had in The Devil Wears Prada. So much better on her.

Anne Hathaway is very pretty.

Best Looking Men: Clive Owen, Daniel Craig.

Funniest Bits: Black/Ferrell/O'Reilly, Ellen & Clint, John Travolta as a big bodied woman, Al Gore getting played off.

Best Speech: Nobody? Nothing really stood out.

Best Song: Trick question! They all sucked. But I'm glad Melissa won for a dykerriffic night at the Oscars.

Ellen was good, but I liked Jon better and I think Steve Martin was funnier (of recent hosts). But I think she'll get called back because she's very Hollywood-affectionate.

I skipped.

You don't understand. I don't skip. I went to Kenya and came back--all I did was skim.

But I didn't watch the Oscars, and I hope nothing else happened of note. If so, please attach details below. I promise I'll be good this time.

My mood is somewhat lifted this evening by company and a truly stupid movie (his head! on fire!). I wonder if Cage looked at the Ghost Writer script and asked his agent "Hey--you think this is a bit overwrought?" "Nah, Nicky baby! It's gold! En FUEGO."

Dunno.

My mood is fucking SOURED by the realisation that being stabbed in the head with the blunt knife has given me a minor concussion. Funny thing is, I wouldn't have noticed two years ago. But now I'm super attuned to the symptoms.

And, well, mad, because it was entirely stupid and not at all on my part. He really really REALLY should have known better, and I had no reason to expect he was going near my head with anything, much less the knife.

Dumb shit.

Eh. I'll avoid things with an expectable probability of hitting me in the head and threaten to eviscerate (by any means necessary) anyone that thinks my head needs stuff to bounce off it.