A very brief Oscar wrap-up.

I watched the Oscars last night with Adam, Jackie, and Alissa (who does not have a blog but still is worth mentioning). Here are some thoughts, which had to wait until this morning because of the bottle of red wine I drank last night.


Poor Amy Adams! It was like watching an unpopular girl sing a Mariah Carey song at a high school talent show. I tend to get vicariously embarrassed for people in situations like that. I don't understand why they couldn't get some back-up dancers to do something in the back there. Why the hell wasn't Debbie Allen called in? I mean, we did have to suffer through this:




Oh, look! Robyn showed up!

You can't see them very well in this picture, but Ethan Coen has some terrifying teeth, the kind that, as Adam put it, "could give Frances McDormand a hysterectomy."


Finally, I am so glad that most of America doesn't know who the hell Tilda Swinton is. Otherwise, I'd constantly hear, "You know who you look like to me? Tilda Swinton!"