Another Oscar, and I Still Hate Hillary Swank

The Oscars are over.
I have to say the most exciting thing about them had to be wondering just where people were going to be handed awards next. I seriously half-expected them to be on the roof at any given moment. What was that shit with the poor lesser award winners recieving their Oscars in their seats? "Here's your award. Don't get up. No. Really. Sit down. You're lucky we let your unknown ass on camera."

P.S. - Defamer's real time Oscar blog is quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever read.
"Someone in the control room flips the “Bloated Has-Been” switch and John Travolta appears in a cloud of fire and brimstone to present Best Original Score."
"Scarlett Johansson was chosen to host Oscar’s Broken English Awards"
"Adam Duritz. It appears that just before the Crows took the stage, Sideshow Bob successfully attacked Duritz’s head and is sodomizing his scalp."
"Can they get that statue back and hand it to the Botox-paralyzed Annette Bening, who won’t know she’s lost until the middle of the Vanity Fair party?"
"Did we mention that Eternal Sunshine was the real Best Picture? It was."
Amen.