Nope, Nope, Nope

Not going to do it. Not going to comment on the Oscars. I mean, really, who gives a s***? Between this and the Winter Olympics, I think we've all been force fed our yearly ration of "S*** You Couldn't Care Less About But Which We're Going To TELL You You Care About Because We Paid For All This Airtime," haven't we? And it's only March! Sigh. OK, I watched a little bit of it. I'm a Jon Stewart fan, so what the hell, I'll stay for the monologue. And I stuck around for Clooney's acceptance speech, where he said "I don't know how you measure art"--and I wanted to leap out of the chair yelling "Yes! Exactly! Precisely! That's why this whole thing is bulls***! Now throw that statuette into the first row and walk off!" But no--I mean, the speech was still cool and all, but...sigh. Then I went back to my grading. Which conceivably sucked even worse than watching the rest of the Oscars. But not much. (I've been using the word "sucked" and variations on it far too often of late. So let me swap in "blew." There, much better.)