Live, from in front of our television set, it's LAist's Oscar night liveblog extravaganza. I've spent the hours preceding tonight's telecast half-assedly getting ready by drinking beer, making brownies, and marveling over how few movies I actually saw this year (yet again.) I've stocked the larder with movie-going snacks, like popcorn, junior mints, and Twizzlers (sorry, this Canadian cannot do Red Vines; they taste like candles). Last night some amped up pitch gal with a......

Earlier today, GOD took the form of a crazy vagrant and helped us picket outside the Disney/ABC studios in Burbank. Shortly after signing in, he headed straight for the snack table, and with his giant Godly hand, slammed a fistful of Red Vines into his mouth. It looked as if he was eating a candy octopus -- its red tentacles dangling from his most holy hole -- and just when we thought his reign......

Just surfacing amongst the depths of the Pitchfork servers comes the prospect of an unreleased P.T. Anderson short film featuring our beloved Elliott Smith. From the article: "In this film, wrote Wholphin [the one who linked to the story on Cigarettes and Red Vines,] Smith plays a Rastafarian basketball player. While Smith's publicist confirmed said short film exists, further details on it are scant at best. We don't know its title, for one, nor......

Thankfully, we don’t mean the Steve Carrell US imitation of the hit BBC comedy, but unfortunately we do mean the workspace over in Santa Monica. TheOffice opened in March of 2004, promising a quiet, zen-like space for writers and artists to work in. The idea was very simple, and they pulled it off very well. There is no talking at TheOffice, no faxing, no copying, no chattering printers, no cell phones. The only sound......