Golden Globes

Yes, I watched the Golden Globes.

Yes, the Golden Globes are an utterly worthless institution.

Yes, Sandra Bullock winning ANYTHING for "Blind Side" is preposterous, but it's not worth being outraged over because it's just a Globe and as mentioned before the Globes are worthless - position I will maintain up until if and when I'm nominated for one, at which point they will become a tremendous honor I've been dreaming of recieving since I was a small boy.

Yes, once Us/InTouch/etc "catch up" to the whole "and he's her ex-husband" thing, Kathryn Bigelow is going to be the most-sympathized-with woman in America - primary by women who've never seen one of her movies and had no idea what "The Hurt Locker" was before last night.

Yes, James Cameron actually delivered a portion of his acceptance speech in his own made-up space-alien language. I'm still trying to decide whether that's the most awesomely nerdy thing anyone has ever done at an awards show or just kinda lame. It would not surprise me at all to learn that he speaks Na'vi more fluently than I speak English.

Yes, I'd like to find out how much sound and/or light would be completely shut out if one tried to check Christina Hendricks' heartbeat. Failing that, I'd like to see the same experiment performed by Elizabeth Banks.

Yes, I'm starting to come-around on the "Avatar is very-possibly going to win Best Picture" train. It's not in my top-ten, it won't be my favorite of the nominees... but unless District 9 is also nominated I'm compelled to root for it. "Best Picture" going to an action-epic about blue kitty-people fighting soldiers piloting mecha-suits is a HUGE step forward for getting "genre film" out of the ghetto once and for all.