Oh. Another thing:

Saying you’re having 35 awards being given out is kind of mind-boggling. Honestly, split it into Dramatic and Comedy.
No one knew ANY of the Dramatic nominees. Honestly, I sat down to watch Compulsions after I got home last night and had no clue it even existed.
You should not have 3 skits in the course of 20 minutes followed by one award. This ratio is bound to fail.
Do not close the cash bar. People came to drink.
Lighten up. It’s video on the Internet. Everyone there WORKS on the Internet in some form. Hence there should not be shouting matches about “I deserve this seat" because you get more hits than another person.
Triage. Standing in will call line, a quaint staffer asked if anyone waiting was a Sponsor. A group in front of us said yes, they were with Kodak. A guy right in front of me also said yes, he was with Tubefilter. “I don’t know what that is. Sorry," replied the worker.
Most importantly: DON’T INVITE FUCKING EVERYONE. This is harsh, yes, but the people sitting in the upper balcony (myself included) were annoyed when 2/3s of the bits and skits involved Paul Scheer going out INTO AN AUDIENCE NONE OF US COULD SEE AND BARELY HEAR. Dudes. Just say “Sorry, nominees only get to bring three people." Or something. Believe me, a majority of the people in the upper level were only there to drink your beer and try to impress their girlfriends. By the end of the awards show, I promise you neither of those things happened.
Do a bunch of practice runs. It’s kind of unfathomable that the video packages broke down, were fixed and then it was revealed they were being played in order on a loop.
More streakers.
Less cramped venue. Many people may never come to Los Angeles. This is good. But having your awards program at The Orpheum on a Sunday is akin to saying, “Let’s go have a picnic in Madison Square Park at 2 am on a Wednesday night and wear our finest fur coats and diamond earings!" There’s nothing open, barely any parking and you’ll probably be jumped by a hungry nominee.