Some Oscar thoughts:
--The emaciated Debbie Matenopoulos' overtanned anorexic back on the E! pre-Emmy show looked not unlike cider-braised short ribs on a wire rack. ClWe were sorely tempted to launch sprigs of parsley at the tv screen, with great force.
--Eddie Murphy's obsessive fixation with making fun of overweight people has been met with a mercliess smackdown from The Academy. As well it should. Enjoy the millions for the Lowest Common Denominator fare, Eddie Murphy; you'll get little respect from your peers.

--We are big fans of Larry David. But even with the comedic genius and the $400 million Seinfeld fuck you money, we wonder if the hott and politically conscious Laurie David might still be just a wee bit too good for him.
--Quincy "Q" Jones, knee deep in the cheap seats, looks to be wearing what can only be properly construed to be a "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely hearts Band" uniform. Charmed, I'm sure.
--E! "Personality" Giuliana Dipandi really has a big, distracting pumpkin head. There must be some smart, not sever, remedy of a hairstyle to take the edge off of that goddam tomato she calls a head.

Time passes, but God, How positively fucky does Helena Christensen look? (image via wireimage)

If Graydon Carter's "Seventh Room" is a metaphysical space that allows for someone like George Hamilton to freely circulate, then we have no choice to reject the entire grounds of such a philosophical project as being thoroughly despicable. (image via wireimage)
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