Obligatory

I feel as though I need to react to the Oscars. I was disappointed. My party went off well, my foods were clever:
Unpressed Pinot Noir (grapes)
Incredible Fruit Dip
Hillary Swank's Black-Eyed Salsa
J.M. Barrie's Traditional Scottish Clapshot (mashed potatoes and turnips, tasty really)
Every Aviator Needs Wings (chicken, that is)
Million Dollar Baby Back Ribs (also soulfood)
Lemony Snicket Bars
a Ray-sin Tart
all ended with mints, you know, in case you want to get a little... Closer

Lots of people showed up, some who I didn't even know, so that was cool, I guess.

Okay then, the actual show. I did not like Chris Rock. Somebody in my office today thought it was valuable that he was there pointing out how the Academy Awards are dominated by a white, male aesthetic. I guess, maybe...but I think this is one night of the year that Hollywood pats itself on the back for being really important, and I like to soak in the shallow glamour and ego and not take it so seriously. I don't think he'll be asked back (heck, after he talked about how much he despised the Oscars in Entertainment Weekly I'm surprised he was asked at all); he certainly didn't make friends last night. (I enjoyed Sean Penn, under the influence of some sort of chemical, managing to string together a complete sentence or two to defend Jude Law.)

The winners made me sad, too. Martin Scorsese deserves better; Clint already has one. And, sniff, poor, hot, sexy, green-eyed Clive Owen.