And the Oscar Goes To ...

Forty minutes into the Oscar telecast last night, I gave up and headed off to bed.  After watching Billy Crystal (predictably) kick off the show with yet another bit where he inserted himself into key scenes from the past year's films and then (even more predictably) do a song-and-dance about each of the nominated films, even I had to ask why anyone should care.  And, remember, I'm a certifiable entertainment industry junkie.

What are the Academy Awards anyway?  It's a lame get-together where there's no alcohol, you have an assigned seat, you listen to boring speeches, and members of the popular clique give themselves awards. In other words, it's kind of like junior high school.  Who wants to go through that again?

My only regret from going to be so early was that I missed Angelina Jolie.  In case you also missed her, here she is:



I know most people are mocking her for the way she purposefully thrust her bare leg through the slit of her dress while on-stage to present an award.  Not me.  I'm mocking her for adopting the "I'm a little tea pot" pose made famous by sorority girls on college campuses across the country.  I thought I was the only person allowed to mimic that pose, Angelina!