I was glad best song went to Melissa Etheridge, even though I don't really like the song. She just seemed to deserve an Oscar. Her wife Tammy was so proud and looked at her with such adoration.
The Academy Awards were too long. They seemed longer than they usually do. No one dressed really bad, no one jumped up and down on a chair, no one fell down, no one was unusually funny. Sigh. Snooze.
Clint Eastwood is still senile. Jack Nicholson may be too, but, he had more fun than anyone else there. Maybe he has better meds. He provided obligatory laughter for all the lamers.
Jerry Sienfeld stopped being funny a long time ago. Someone should tell the smug bastard.
Everyone takes a nap when Celine Dion sings.
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