I'd like to thank....

...the writers. Thank you for coming back. It has been a long, dark, reality tv filled few months without you. Thank goodness for the "you couldn't have scripted it better if you were a striking hollywood writer" presidental primaries, and the Jon Stewart/Conan O'Brian/Stephen Colbert fued. But a man cannot live on politics alone.

So it is with great joy that the Connors family welcomes the Oscar's into our home.

Sophie watched the "princesses" roll in with great enjoyment and has already awarded Jenifer Garner the "most beautiful princess" award, an assesment that shows a heretofor unknown appreciation for the color black.

Having seen the best princess of the night, here are a few more things the fam would like to see:
1- I'm rooting for a "never gonna happen" best picture award for the comedy in the mix.
2-I would be a little less suprised but still happy to see Ellen Page win best actress.

3- Best Original Song- "Falling Slowly" from Once. For Sure. No question.

4- On the subject of music, I'm going to have to side with Tyler Henderson and say the Oscar small print* got in the way of what certainly should have at least been conidered for the best original score, the Johnny Greenwood work on There Will Be Blood. (this choice is biased by my appreciation of his role is rock history and my love for Tyler and Stacy Henderson.)
*Clearly there is a strick Webster's dictionary originalist on the Academy Awards Supreme Court requiring 'original: meaning 1' be applied. The work must "belong or pertain to the beginning of something, or to a thing at its beginning." Greenwood's work was not entirely original to There Will Be Blood.

5- Sophie wants Ratatouille win something. (oh it just did. sweet!)
6- I'd like to see Cate Blanchett win best supporting actress for playing Bob Dylan, mostly because I like Bob Dylan, particularly the Newport Folk Fest electric Bob Dylan that she plays.
And, that's all for now. The welcome back party is about to start. And in the distance, soft but steady, I can hear the footsteps of new episodes of 30 rock. Yes, even on this night of nights for the big screen, television sings it's siren song. And oh how I have missed it.
Here's to you, scripted television, may the changing tides of technology never seperate us again.**

** as a matter of full disclosure, and in an attempt to avoid Hillary Clinton accusing me of stealing words, the general dramatic feel of this sentence was lifted from the 19th century poet Walt Whitman, who wrote:

Television, I give you my hand,

I give you my love more precious than money,

I give you myself before preaching or law;

Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?

shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open Road, NIV

Walt is a national co-chair of this blog and suggested I use this particular wording for dramatic effect.