Meet the Kiwis, or, Hooray for Hobbitwood!

Why the hell did I stay up and watch the Oscars last night? After all, I agree wholeheartedly with everything magdalene1 says today in her entry about it being a meaningless popularity contest. I could blame it all on monshu--he's the one who turned it on, after all. Perhaps because it's the only nominated film he's actually seen, he was rooting for LotR:RotK, but wasn't about to stay up half the night to see it win. I told him he could just check the news online first thing in the morning or I could keep watching and then come bouncing onto the bed to give him the good news. Why does life have to imitate my jests? As it gained momentum, I got caught up in the sweep and treaded the tedious bits (it helps that I hadn't seen any of the other nominated films either, so I had no strong feelings about who did and didn't "deserve" an award) in order to hear the entire population of New Zealand get thanked several times over and see the dapper cast flood the stage at the end.

In honour of that moment, a quiz as deep and meaningful as the Oscars themselves:

[Poll #256204]

Lastly, since we missed the red carpet, I'm reliant on all of you to give me an Oscar Night bad fashion rundown. monshu wants to know: Did anyone else have a ghasty humongous butt bow or was that an isolated Oprahfanity?

Worth getting wet for

Woo-HOO! The first thunderstorm of the year! This is almost as exciting as the first snow!

And to make it even better, the Devil is beating his wife!