A Night at the Oscars

After a long day, Satchel and I settled in to watch the Oscars. I didn't really think that Satchel would be too interested. In fact, I hoped he'd fall asleep.

That was before I knew that WOLVERINE was hosting!

"Oh my gosh that doesn't look like Wolverine!" Satchel exclaimed as Hugh Jackman told jokes in his fancy tux.

"I didn't know Wolverine could sing!" Satchel exclaimed as Hugh sang his way into our hearts.

"I didn't know Wolverine could dance!" Satchel exclaimed as Hugh nimbly pranced across our TV.

After Hugh continued to wow us with his talent for another twenty minutes, Satchel said, "I guess that does kind of look like Wolverine."

THEN James Franco, excuse me, the Hob-Goblin from Spider-Man, appeared on TV as his Pineapple Express character, Saul Silver. Just when I thought things could not get any more exciting, the Hob-Goblin, I mean James Franco as Scott Smith in Milk, kissed Sean Penn as Harvey Milk.


"WHOA!" Satchel said. "Did you see THAT?"

"Yeah," I said nonchalantly, "Sometimes guys kiss each other."

It kind of made the WALL-E win anti-climactic.

(Satch was snoring by the time Qui-Gon Jinn, er Liam Neeson, took the stage.)