· We hope you joined us for our Third Annual Oscars Liveblogging Extravaganza, but in case you missed it, here's your chance to catch up. And here's everything else you could want to know about this year's bloated, self-indulgent, tepid affair.
· Wolfgang Puck HepWatch! Beyoncé, Lucas, and Landis OK. As for the rest: You're on your own.
· Kevin Reilly remounts the peacock.
· Sharon Stone is Queen of the Razzies.
· The Week in Jennifer Love Hewitt held some Oscar night lows and flexible, all-over comfort highs.
· The many-faceted, pee-peeing, penis-pasta-clutching sides to American Idol's Antonella Barba.
· Britney Spears books the whole, durn wing to herself, y'all.
· Which show would you rather less watch? Victoria Beckham's reality show, or Geico cavemen, the sitcom? OK, fine, Beckham. That was an easy one.
· Ruffalo tells Gyllenhaal to bite his lip and take it, Brokeback-style.
· Santa Monica rids its streets of ANTM bus ads, still working on that whole Daniel Baldwin-in-a-crack-motel problem.
· It's ON: Soundmixer smackdown!
· John Travolta will be performing on the Faultline stage this Sunday, 4 - 8 p.m. Opening for him: Asian Dancer.
· That's hot.
· Jeff Goldblum celebrates Serve Your Screenwriting Stalker with a Restraining Order Day in style.
· Howard and Larry pay their last respects, then do it hard.
