Not too much to say about the Oscars. The Dude won. Yay for The Dude.
In our work Oscar pool, my friend K. who ALWAYS wins, was the only person to pick Hurt Locker and Bigelow. I hate her guts more every year. I'm giving up on the Oscar pool! Of course I did eat yummy pizza and drink white wine at her place, so I can't hate her too much.
The most appropriate Oscar moment was to have the wretched, decrepit James Taylor sing for the calvacade of dead people. The Voice of Death presents Death! Bravo.
P.S. Alec Baldwin looked good, but not as good as George. Oh, George. He makes turning 49 in 2010 a little easier to take.