dog eat dog

I actually watched the entire Oscar broadcast last night, for the first time ever. I appreciated the effort given by Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin, but it all fell a bit flat. I'll always have a special place in my heart for Alec since the time he introduced me to Schweddy Balls. Too bad about his drinker's bloat, though.

The winner's were all so predictable. I think Inglorious Basterds' Quentin Tarantino was robbed for best original screenplay. That movie totally rocked my socks off. It was clever, while the others seemed to be a regurgitation of what I've seen before. Meh.

John Hughes death gave Molly Ringwald a chance to be relevant again, at least for the night. And hey, Judd Nelson's looking pretty creepy these days.

These celebs are probably still sleeping off their hangovers. Ugh.