First though, another tidbit for the “you know you’re gay when…” file: last night I had a dream which featured Alias star Jennifer Garner. What was she doing? Singing something Sondheim-ish (not quite “The Ladies Who Lunch,” but close) and dancing around on top of a grand piano. And what else do I remember thinking at the time? That (1) she looks great in her evening gown (basically the same shade as the lovely dress she wore at the Oscars), and (2) gee, this choreography stinks.
Hmm. So how ’bout them Oscars? The past couple of years I’d been really buzzed about it (like making a point to see all the Best Picture nominees, and last year holding my own “pick the winners” contest), but this time around I wasn’t quite so excited. The only Best Picture nominee I’ve seen is The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. The DVD of Lost in Translation is sitting next to the TV, waiting to be viewed, and I also got Seabiscuit from Netflix, but who knows if and when I’ll get around to it. So anyway, no catty awards-night commentary here, sorry. We TiVoed and fast-forwarded through a lot of it. Seek running commentary elsewhere, like Gothamist (link via Tin Man).