I was two hours late to my friend Krista's Oscar party. But, thankfully, I arrived during a montage and then a commercial, so they let me fill out my ballot. I had managed to see every movie for every major award except The Quiet American for Michael Cain's nomination. I felt prepared, ready, and confident in my picks.

Now, traditionally, I have never won an Oscar Pick because I always go for the lovely artsy movies that never win. Last year, for example, I was absulutely positive the Acadamy would see the beauty of Robert Altman's gorgeous film, Gosford Park. I was mistaken. This year, I went in with a devout love of The Pianist and Adrien Brody's performance, so that was who I wanted to win everything. Everyone doubted me. And, yes, it didn't win Best Picture, but it certainly won a good number.. which, when combined with my fabulous picking talants on such categories as Best Score, Best Supporting Actor and Actress, and all the technological awards, I stormed through that ballot with more correct picks than anyone else at the party.

It was a very proud moment.

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