Three Oscars isn't bad

One of the most remarkable aspects of blogging is the ability to comment within minutes — even within seconds — on events as they unfold. Thus it is that I can weigh in via instantaneous electronic transmission on the Oscars, which took place no more than eleven days ago. I enjoyed the Oscars; I thought Chris Rock was funny; I was happy when Morgan Freeman won. As usual, Jonathan and I invited some friends over to watch the broadcast, and whoever guessed the most winners received a spray-painted Mrs. Butterworth's bottle. In past years, Jonathan won twice and I won once. This year, our friend Ron took home the statuette, because he figured out both sound awards. As you can see, Penelope likes to sit on top of the TV with her golden friends. We think she uses them to blend in, so that unsuspecting apartment creatures — pens, pencils, bags, boxes, ribbon, birdie-toys, rainbow-colored mousie, and so on — will have no idea she is about to pounce. They never do.