Tonight, I'm grading a stack of political theory papers, watching the Oscars, and live blogging the event. Wahoo!
My boyfriend, Jon Stewart, did his thing. Not so much with the big ha-has yet, but he looked cute as always.
Will someone make Jack Nicholson go away? Those stupid sunglasses and dumb jokes. Come on. How corny. We now have George Clooney to provide the dumb jokes and buffoonery and the bimbo on the arm. Nicholson is redundant.
Jennifer Garner just handed out the best costume award in a fab, black dress. Drezner is right that Garner was the best thing about Juno. She made me cry twice. There should be a "Making the Blogger Cry" award.
OK, let's pile some hate on Katherine Heigl. Little Miss Perfect is really getting on my nerves. Can you say over exposure. Of the other over exposed stars of 2007 that I would swerve to hit on a highway, let's add the entire cast of High School Musical and all of Brangelina's children. Roadkill. Oddly enough, I don't yet hate Miley Cyrus. Even after the Oprah special. And officially changing her name.... I might have to rethink things.
Jennifer Hudson walked out in a gravity defying dress, and millions of people thought one thing. BOOBS!
Go, Coen brothers!
Tilda Swinton wins for Supporting Actress. We here at 11D support all pasty skinned redheads, so two thumbs up from us.
I'm glad that they had Owen Wilson and Jessica Alba present. It reminded us of the big themes of 2007 -- drug overdoses and birth control failures.
Coen brothers win for Best Adapted Script. Today I visited my new nephew, Thomas, in the hospital. He is a darn near perfect baby, by the way. The first thing that Steve and I said after sanitizing our hands was, "he's an angel. An angel straight from heaven." Then my brother declared that Thomas was a little outlaw. Shows you how the Coen brothers have invaded our lives.