I expect to write steadily here at 8 p.m. when the official pre-show begins, and have been taking care of some other business and other TV since. (Tiger Woods strikes again!) Besides, the early coverage is so excruciating. Ryan Seacrest, dressed like hip young priest who talks to youth, talking about rain and another red-carpet denizen leaning into him. Barbara Walters, seeming soooooooo old and stuffy and out of it. (I don't care whether she gets the Moldy Peaches, and I don't want to hear her singing with Ellen Page.) Back for serious business in a few.
