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We did yin yoga this morning, or lots of long-holding stretches. Here is how I feel about yin yoga: A++++++++++++++. And my awesome, beautiful-voiced, unbelievably flexible yoga teacher remembered my name. Not "Nina," "Nivair," bitches. And she pronounced it right. And I haven't been in a month and a half because of film class. Basically, my yoga school wins.

Also, I finally have my downloaded seasons of The West Wing on my new hard drive. Season 1 has disappeared without a trace, apparently, so I'll have to reacquire that (darn), but I am watching The West Wing for the first time in months and it is beautiful. The good thing about a show like The West Wing is that it is incredibly high-quality and accurate and full of educational things, so you don't feel like a complete moron for holing yourself up in your apartment for hours on end devouring it. The bad thing about it, however, is that that very same quality makes it impossible to write really good porny fanfiction for the show. And with that in mind, we'll move on to The X-Files. :D

I have always wanted to be part of an EPIC PORN BATTLE ever since I realized that such things existed, and through fireworkfiasco, NOW I AM! Not that it in any way compares to the fireworkfiasco/trolliepop Team of Awesomeness, but you know. So here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to toss three (or four, or five :P ) fic recommendations your way, and then pie_is_good (and anyone else who wants a try!), I challenge you. Comment and let's go.

( The NC-17 Mulder/Scully Revue, Part I )

There were many, many joyous things about tonight, and the camerapeople agreed with me on some of them (did you see how they kept flicking back to Jennifer Garner? "Let's see what HER reaction is even though she hasn't been nominated for anything! She's just so FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and a SWEETHEART and a BADASS and JENNIFER FUCKING GARNER WE CAN'T HELP OURSELVES"), but mostly, here is what the main ones are:

- Ellen and Diablo are out partying right now. And when Diablo cried, I was crying too. I love her. Her movie meant so much to me; I'm so glad to see her so happy and so honored. THANK YOU, DIABLO. YOU WIN. "Diablo Cody has gone from being an exotic dancer to an Academy Award-nominatedWINNING screenwriter! I hope you're enjoying the pay cut." Ellen said to fucking Regis on the fucking red carpet show that "it is sincere and honest and genuine and it also has a sense of optimism mixed with truth." Go Ellen Page. She was so the most beautiful person there tonight. I'M EVEN COUNTING JENNIFER. Ellen had better hair.

- Jon Stewart is the most wonderful person in the world. He let Markéta Irglová speak. I was JUST complaining about that and then we got back from commercial and he was gesturing to her to speak. EVEN IF IT WASN'T HIS DECISION, WHATEVER, I still just am going to bask forever in the glory of Jon Stewart's existence. I really, really think he is perfect. <3 And I love that Jon Stewart and Steve Carell have like taken over Hollywood. It shows that even if you don't take any of the bullshit seriously you can still be the darling of the whole show. And Steve Carell's performance in Little Miss Sunshine was INCANDESCENT.

I could get mad about things or have long opinions on dresses, but I'll just do that in conversations: for now, for this journal, that's it, that's what I'm taking from tonight. Maybe that and Tilda Swinton's acceptance speech. And now it's time to eat toast.

(ELLEN AND DIABLO HELD HANDS AND MADE VICTORY FISTS TOGETHER. IT WAS WONDERFUL. I WISH I WERE THEIR FRIEND.)

(P.S.: There should be an Oscar for Hottest Woman and Sydney Tamiia Poitier should have won it. Ahem.)