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What better way to enjoy the Oscars in this, the year of media coverage overload, than by enhancing your viewing party with any of the multiple liveblogging Oscar extravaganzas (including yours truly's) that lit up the internets last night. For those of you who passed on dragging your last-generation Dell tower into the living room, however, here's a round-up of what you missed:

· PopWatch notices something: "5:51 p.m. Jennifer Aniston always looks like she s slightly flinching, as if she's expecting someone to yell: 'So what about Brad and Angelina?' from the audience."
· The US Weekly blog misses the head-on Michelle Williams of yesteryear: "9:00: They re announcing the nominees for Best Supporting Actress and Best Supporting Girlfriend Michelle Williams immediately turns to Heath Ledger and gazes adoringly. Is it just us, or have we not seen her face straight-on since they started dating?"
· Nikki Finke throws her trademark rose-colored pixie dust all over the proceedings: "Turns out Hollywood is as homophobic as Red State country. In touch, not out of touch. I was right about Rachel Weisz, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Reese Witherspoon, Ang Lee, and Crash. Only Clooney s win I didn t anticipate. I thought the ugly guy, Paul Giamatti, would bag it."
· Hang out with Best Week Ever's Paul Scheer and Michael Colton as they live video blog their Oscar party, while taking comfort in knowing these big time TV personalities have the same depressing slat blinds you have.
· Salon's Cintra Wilson live audio blogged the awards with Camille Paglia, and also handed out her own awards (our favorite: Most Self-Loathing Zero-Body-Fat Fitness Nazi, which went to Dancing with the Also-Rans' Lisa Rinna, who apparently was allowed within a square-mile radius of the Kodak Theater yesterday.)
· The Gilded Moose reports on the Gay LA Riots of '06. What Would Tyler Durden Do likens Ben Stiller trying to be funny to "watching your mom dress sexy." Jim Treacher questions George Clooney's sincerity. Althouse imagines what Lauren Bacall is thinking: "I feel all dead inside."