A guy I know a bit and admire a lot is in LA tonight, writing for the Academy Awards. It seems to be a developing tradition for those years when a certain silver-haired funny guy known for wearing an arrow through it is hosting. So that’s fun.
But the broadcast began quite sometime ago & I’m in a Colorado convenience store line that’s moving at the speed of erosion, posting this from my phone. Not so fun. Thank Ned for the DVR…
UPDATE: Now back home, watching about 45 minutes behind real-time.
UPDATE: Sniffling at the at the John Hughes tribute and feeling quite proud that, despite not being there for far too much of where I should have been her dad, at least I was able to give The Golden Girl the gift of his masterpiece, “The Breakfast Club”.
UPDATE: Ben Stiller: “That means, ‘This seemed like a better idea in rehearsal’.” HAR!
UPDATE: Likewise Lauren Bacall.
UPDATE: Mo’Nique wins. Now I’m gonna have to see the damn thing.
UPDATE: In movie parlance, they say that some actors “chew the scenery”. While introducing the “horror segment”, Taylor Lautner and Kristen Stewart WERE scenery.
UPDATE: Were I not left to watch this thing alone, the drinking game would now key on the words/names: “Loved”, “Amazing”, and “Precious”. No way for “Avatar”, though — my non-existent guests would be both comatose and scattered about underfoot on a Monday morning, which would most definitely NOT please my wife, not that she allows guests in the house in the first place.
UPDATE: Please, no one ever hire James Taylor to do a John Lennon song ever again. Thank you in advance.
UPDATE: There are guys break dancing to a violin and a banjo on my TV right now. It may be time for a solo drinking game after all.
UPDATE: And the Oscar for best acceptance speech so far tonight goes to Michael Giacchino. Best Original Score for “Up”. He pretty much said the same thing I told my youngest daughter last night as she endured me teaching her about digital audio editing. If I can find it and post it here, I will. Beautiful!
UPDATE: Is there such a thing as “blog masturbation”? If so, this is surely it. Where the hell is anybody? Yeah, like I was gonna get a turn-out on no notice whatsoever. At least few will see my blatant rip off of Dave’s “24″ format.
UPDATE: If Dave didn’t write at least 40% of these jokes, including Steve Martin’s lead-off, I’ll eat my hat. (Safe bet, though — I am not wearing one.)
UPDATE: Dang it, I set the DVR to go 30 minutes long, and still missed seeing Dave in the credits. I hope they put a little jester’s hat next to his name.
UPDATE: Dave is home again now, with pictures.
