After a long, thoughtful meditation on the Academy Awards, I can do no better than Salon:

Shame on you, Oscar, for being such a craven corporate pussy. Shame, shame, shame. The only way you can possibly redeem yourself is to get Dave Chappelle to host in 2005 -- if not, you may as well go lie down and die in some Opus Dei donation box, because the TiVo contingent will have nothing to do with you. You've never had genitals, but now you clearly have no spine.