So, here's my running commentary on this year's Oscars. I'm sure you all will be riveted by my insight.
:: John Stewart... excellent choice as emcee.
:: Return to glamour? There's a theme for this shit?
:: Why is it that every male/female team that wins has the man speaking first? Hey, they just cut off that woman's 1/2 second of fame by cutting the mic, because that fat guy talked too long. Disgraceful.
:: Charlize Theron has just returned from 1988. Seriously, how big can that bow get?... but I'd still unwrap her.
Close you eyes half way... pucker up your lips, and say... "I like your sleeves." "Thanks I made them myself."
:: Some one please help that old woman. She can't read it. SHE CAN'T READ IT! Make the fuckin' headlines bigger. Oh god, she's dying.
:: That man stepped on Sandra Bullock's dress!
:: Hey what a surprise? The academy would like us to go to the theatres more. Hey what a surprise?! Too bad no one is listening, or cares if all of these millionaires have a few less bucks in their pockets. Instead of criticizing the DVD and new distribution media, why don't you figure out a way to allow it to help.
:: Selma Hayeck... damn!
:: Selma Hayeck... hot damn!
:: The Oscars are the new Super Bowl for advertising apparently. GM and HSBC have launched new campaigns, new tags. "Only GM" doesn't tell me much. In a time when people are worried about gas mileage and safety, do I really believe there is only GM? Do I really believe that GM is the leader in cars, trucks and SUVs, when they have just made some very public and very big layoffs?
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HSBC's campaign seems nice. (Public disclosure: they are a client.) It's honest. I don't know if it is ground breaking or tells me much about HSBC as a bank, but at least it isn't presumptuous or tactless.
:: Plugs... this guy just gave plugs for his book and play and he just got an honorary Oscar. Should you really need to plug your work when you get an honorary Oscar. Well, I guess if you never got one for a single piece of work... seriously, this guy seems pretty cool I guess.
:: Joaquin Phoenix should be our Secretary of State. Seriously, who would fuck with us if we had his glare sitting across the table from another ambassador.
:: Nice work American Express!.
:: It's hard out here for a cuss. Apparently someone at ABC didn't like one of the ones said, although I thought "bitch" was supposed to make it through. Rap meets prostitutes miming and jazz dancing. What the hell was that? Hip hop just jumped the shark.
:: And the just won the mutha fuckin' Oscar. Thank you Jesus! Oh, another cuss. Funny that the worst part of that pretty good movie just won an Oscar.
:: Jennifer Garner... damn, damn.
:: In memoriam... when they have to include your title, you're lucky to be in the montage. "Adventures in Babysitting?" I can make it in Hollywood I guess!
:: Do women really need a new, pink! energy drink? Finally, women can feel good about an energy drink.
:: Hilary Swank... uh huh.
:: Can you go wrong by thanking your mom?
:: M&M's - nice :-)
:: Glamour ads should not have tag lines.
:: ABC is convinced that they can make every American cry for an hour every night, or they'll die trying. Miracle workers. My tear duct need a refill, please.
:: "Okay here we go." Did anyone else here the show's producer's voice slip over Jon Travolta's presentation?
:: Reese. Is it hard to go through life with an Oscar and your own peanut butter cup?
:: That guy just snuck a kiss from Charlize Theron. Lucky bastard!
:: I still really like that Diet Coke roller skating commercial. And I don't necessarily want to like it, but I have come to terms with the fact that I just plain like it.
:: Crash! That woman's boobies almost popped out she's so excited! That's a ripped producer woman.
:: You can't cut off someone's speech that just won Best Picture!
:: And finally I'd like to thank Dee, for allowing me to say all those things about the hot actresses of the evening without leaving me. Love you!
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