For those of you looking for a final count, there were only, oh, 387 or so typographical errors in last night’s Oscary goodness. (Or Oscary badness, if you think I suck. It’s entirely up to you.) Most of them have been corrected in a half-assed kind of way. There were a couple of other mistakes that were caught fairly quickly, like a Tuesday where a Wednesday should have been, but overall I didn’t find anything that disastrous.

Relatively speaking, when you consider that most of my writing might be generously described as possessing certain shmashmortion-like qualities. A final Oscar thought: While Penelope Cruz was otherwise hot, almost unbearably so, I stand by my “questionably attired” remark. As a general rule, I’m anti-feather, unless the feather-wearer’s name is Björk.

In non-navel-gazing news, now that Sarah Paulson is off TV and on Off Broadway, playing Meg in the new Roundabout Theatre Company production of Crimes of the Heart, she’s mentioning her partner, Cherry Jones, in interviews. From Sean O’Driscoll’s AP article about the play, directed by Kathleen Turner:

Without Turner’s direction on character motivation, Paulson turned to her partner, Cherry Jones, the Tony-winning star of “The Heiress” and “Doubt.”

“Advice from Cherry is more valuable than from anyone. I’m very sensitive to what she thinks and once I get past that initial ‘Grrrrr, I’m being told what to do,’ it’s incredibly helpful because I really trust her,” she says.

Useless trivia side note: The role of Lenny, Meg’s sister, is played by actress Jennifer Dundas, who shares with Paulson the distinction of having played Diane Keaton’s lesbian daughter in a crappy movie. (The former appeared in The First Wives Club, the latter in The Other Sister.)

Sadly, the role of the third sister in Crimes of the Heart is not played by Tyrone Giordano in a wig. Giordano, you might remember, played Keaton’s gay son in The Family Stone. Or maybe you don’t remember, because The Family Stone was almost as hard to watch as Because I Said So, even though you have a crush on Rachel McAdams and — though you’re loath to admit it — a lingering admiration for Coach star Craig T. Nelson. Diane Keaton, why do I torture myself for you?