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.

Poor ita's head.

Too tired to have anything else. Need sleep.

oh ita, your poor head. Heck, I'll help you eviscerate them. I want to put your head in a bubble.

Well, I didn't watch the Oscars, but thanks to reading the Fug Girls and Natter this morning, I feel like I did.

I'm even skipping the Natter Watch N' Post, which gains me back about 30 minutes of my morning! Though if someone links me to any YouTube vids of Little Miss Sunshine jokes/skits, I'll be very grateful.

It's been snowing steadily since I woke up, so even if it's a miserable commute, at least it will be a pretty one, you know?

I made a frickin' mistake last night. Assuming that I would be able to ff through 3/4 of the Oscars, I decided to clean the house until 9:30 and then had a brilliant idea of going to dinner someplace that's ALWAYS crowded, but was deserted last night. Started watching the Oscars at 11:45. Went to bed at 2:45. Had to be up at 7 am. Dinner was great though.

Oh bon bon. I'm pretty much cutting out caffeine, so feel free to consume my share.

I'm on two excedrin and one and a half cups of coffeeeee!

Go caffeine! yay!

I woke up with a bloody nose and a thought of what goes in my sestina. That's a good sign right?