If you want some more commentary on tonight's shenanigans, David Carr was at the press conference covering for the New York Times (somehow I'm sure he loathed every minute of it).

The Envelope, meanwhile, had a live blogger on the case.  There's some funny reactions to be found in Patrick Day's commentary over there: "Apparently, this live press conference has been sponsored by Jell-O. What I wouldn't pay to get a peek at their gifting suite."

Sasha Stone, covered things as they were announced, with some personal commentary to come, I'm sure, and our own Anne Thompson has some insights to offer as well.  David Poland is agressively tapping out his reaction, I'm sure, as  Tom O'Neil should be checking in in due time after dilligently covering the pre-show festivities (or lack thereof).  Jeffrey Wells also has plenty of Globes-dedicated posts to sift through at Hollywood Elsewhere.

Finally, Variety's Tim Gray has a lengthy first-hand account of the goings on, with contributions from Cynthia Littleton, Steven Gaydos and Bill Higgins.  He start's out like so:

If Sunday's Golden Globes event seemed a little strange to home viewers, the hundreds in attendance at the BevHilton were totally disoriented.

For Golden Globe vets, the short evening was dreamlike, both familiar and unfamiliar. As usual, it took place in the hotel's International Ballroom, with the usual pre-event shmoozing. But there was no red carpet, no screaming crowds (just a handful of well-behaved gawkers) and no limo gridlock in the hotel's driveway. And, crucially, there were no stars.

And later:

The seams were showing, mostly in the confusion of the attendees. Many walked around with furrowed brows and slack jaws, obviously confused by the whole thing. Everyone had questions. Will there be a list of winners available? How long will this last? What is going to happen exactly? And, crucially, where is the food? (There was a modest buffet in the back of the room, with a more elaborate spread following the announcement.)

The hasty planning was also apparent a few hours before the start of the show, as a dozen crew members adjusted the lighting and the set. (Six square columns on stage that proudly proclaimed "Golden Globe Awards" were taken from their usual perch on the driveway.)

HFPA members circulated, some in a festive mood, others looking like a host who just found out the cook has burned the entree.

When first driving up to the Hilton, it was a complete turnaround from the usual Globes frenzy. Things were so quiet that one wag said it looked like an outtake from "I Am Legend."