Trying to recover from my Oscar induced stupor. Hit this great post Oscar party at this place called The Basement. Lots of wine and hot chicks. Angelina even floated by around 2 am. That's when things got interesting. Interesting meaning The Basement is literally the basement in the house, and Angelina not being a fat pregnant Angelina Jolie, but the nickname for the blow up doll I fill with helium. Yeah, it was rockin. See this is the kind of story line the Oscars need to be watchable. I like John Stewart and all, but the Academy Awards just seem so, I don't know, old Hollywood. I don't know that people dig that stuff anymore. At the very least the Ocasrs need more red carpet nipple slips and see through dresses, ala the MTV Music Awards.