omorka | The one night a year I ever watch TV

Not too bad an Oscars presentation. Jon Stewart didn't disappoint, although I though he harped on the poor hip-hop boys' excitement a bit too much. (I loved the end of the opening bit.)

Tom Hanks looks weird with longer hair now.

Is Jack Nicholson's face stuck in rabid hyena mode for the rest of his life?

What is up with all the metallic, neutral-tone, and black dresses? Doesn't anyone wear colors anymore? C'mon, ladies, don't cede that territory to J-Lo!

I want as much 'tude as Dolly Parton has when I'm her age.

I'm a bit disappointed that Enron lost to the penguins, but hey, environmental message - can't beat that. (Was anyone else hoping for an upset by Murderball?)

Seeing all the New Zealand faces again was amusing, especially since they thanked all the same people again.

Again, disappointed that Brokeback didn't win Best Picture, but I'm happy that Ang Lee got Best Director, and that the script also got recognized. The boys will just have to be happy with the nom . . . and with the statuette they'll get next year, or a few years down the line, for less groundbreaking work. I wish the Academy didn't do that, but it does, predictably. (And, in Ledger's case, that was what he was up against - Hoffmann has been owed this for years.)

I still need to see Walk the Line.