jlh | Globes with Chili. Hold the pie.

Someone did a filk to American Pie about LJ. Someone else gave them a completely magnificent icon. I'm mostly hoping no one decides to get up and sing that because American Pie is really fucking long and the band of karaoke bars the world over.

So I spent the evening making chili and watching the Globes. I have a special love for the Globes because they are completely random and corrupt, have no host and no musical numbers, no technical awards, cram all the TV and movie people together and then let them drink like fish, and give a lifetime achievement award to someone unexpected.

The Style Channel had a very entertaining pre-show where rather than listening to Star Jones or whomever drool all over some movie star, we got to sit on a couch with Finola Hughes and a bunch of Hollywood stylists who had worked on people going to the Globes while THEY watched the red carpet. It was like being at a party.

Anyway, some impressions, in no particular order because for most of the telecast I was cooking:

Hurrah for Desperate Housewives! Hurrah Teri Hatcher and her total honesty! Hurrah for women over 40! So many of them looked so fabulous and real in their dresses.
Mariska Hargitay totally made me cry, and her win made me think of you SVU shippers out there. Also, she was gorgeous.
Ron Howard is a lot dorkier than I thought he was. He's just like, a total director dork. Very cute.
Is Lisa Marie trying to take the goth queen crown from Angelina?
Could Glenn Close be more annoying?
HBO is serving a "goldentini" at their party: Amaretto, bourbon and lime. I feel we need to drink these soon. Emily? Val?
I am working on a really big crush on Paul Giamatti. Must see Sideways.
Awww, Jamie Foxx.

And I love Everyday Food. Like, so much love.