late to the (Oscar) party

Thanks to TERI for hosting another marvelous Oscar party.

I tied the Burl for 1st place in our Oscar pool in spite crashing and burning on most of the 'big' awards.

I swept the "what the fuck?" categories (live short, animated short, documentary short, foreign film) hit a couple of longshots (Tilda as best supporting, Once for best song) and nailed the Bourne Ultimatum trifecta for tech awards (I've noticed Oscar voters tend to reward sound and film editors who look like they're working really hard, so movies with big action scenes are a good bet).

Thank god Danny Day won best actor.
I really wasn't looking forward to torching the Hollywood sign and filling the Kodak Theater with bile.

The French hottie who won Best Actress (triggering a collective spit-take in the living room) had the best dress of the night. The wife, who'd actually seen the film, heckled her performance mercilessly. But we all agreed she gave a darling acceptance speech.

Bill Conti is going to burn in hell for blaring the orchestra over that poor Czech gal who won Best Song. He was notably restrained for the rest of the show, perhaps fearing a celebrity lynch mob storming the orchestra pit.
Too late, Bill, your suite in the fiery pit is already reserved!