Ellen Page continues to enjoy the halo of her success in the hit film Juno, moving from the cover of Entertainment Weekly to a hosting gig on Saturday Night Live last night. But Juno writer Diablo Cody has watched her stock tumble since her moment in the sun at the Oscars. There was the issue of her million-dollar diamond-encrusted shoes, which Cody bizarrely thought came with no strings attached and which she turned into the subject of a furious MySpace post about how the designer only lent them to her for (gasp!) purposes of publicity. Then there was the question of whether she wanted to get a tattoo of Ellen Page's face, and then the cringe-worthy quote where Cody said she would "personally put my vag out there" if "the Beef Council would cough up the proper endorsement money." If the idea was to remind everyone of Cody's punk-rock, stripper background in the fashion of her blog, "the Pussy Ranch," well, it worked: Hollywood is now worried about whether all the other stripper screenwriters out there are going to shove aside more deserving but less flashy scribes. The worst blow yet, of course, was the not-so-loving impersonation of Cody on SNL last night. To add insult to injury it was shepherded in front of the audience by no less than Page:

As the bra-burning women's rights activists etched into our heads, being a feminist means having a choice: you can either choose to bake pies alongside June Cleaver, or you can choose to spray whip cream on your tits and shake your moneymaker in front of salivating men. But whichever path you choose to trek, you can always win an Oscar! Just like Diablo Cody (the artist formerly known as Brook Busey-Hunt, aka Candy Girl)! As you might expect, Diablo's triumph is proving to be an inspiration for aspiring pole dancers everywhere. As one stripper wrote on her blog, "I can't tell you how excited I am by [Cody] being shot out of the fame cannon and into the dazzling sky." Us too! But just in case Diablo's win wasn't enough to inspire these lacy ladies to put away their chaps for good, just wait til they read Cody's MySpace response to Tuesday's nudie pic revelations:

Serious as a sizzler, the strapping stripper is beginning another autobio oh dear lord I can't even keep this up for one sentence. Diablo Cody's writing a second memoir, hopefully to get past the "hey look, the stripper wrote a book" phase of her life, which hadn't disappeared over the years but only became "hey look, the stripper wrote a movie." Good news, really, judging by Juno. I mean think about it: The first act is cloying and fake, but the rest is authentic and artistic. Either way, it should be a lot better than her Entertainment Weekly column.

The Oscar-winning screenwriter "put [her] vag out there with pride," and she'll do it again if she feels like it! [Fleshbot]

Dear Internet: If you really wanted to see photos of screenwriter Diablo Cody's nipples, you could've just read her old City Pages blog, where all of them came from. Honestly, people. [Defamer] (Clarification: we're bitching about EGOTASTIC, to whom we did not wish to deliver more traffic, not our friends at Defamer. Also the internet as a whole.)

It's quite the week of firsts for Diablo Cody. She won her first Oscar, she became embroiled in her first red carpet scandal and now, the first nude pictures of her have hit The Internets. Probably not surprising, considering her famed and well-marketed history as a stripper turned blogger turned screenwriter. A few of the more SFW pics, including her faithful recreation of Ali Larter's whipped cream bikini shot from Varsity Blues (somewhere, a Vanity Fair photog is kicking himself for not thinking of this idea first), appear after the jump.

Shhhhh...Don't speak above a whisper, or you may awaken 2008's Best Original Screenplay Oscar winner Diablo Cody, sleeping off a night of hard and well-deserved partying flanked by some tried-and-true comforts; namely, hotel sheets, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a naked, well-muscled guy she can barely get a hand around.

When you're new in Hollywood, or at least a first-timer at the Oscars, one rule to keep in mind: don't act like a diva with witnesses around and then publicly deny your behavior later, for the truth will ALWAYS come back to haunt you. According to a tipster with knowledge of DiabloShoeGate `08, there was a lengthy back-and-forth between Diablo Cody, her stylist, and Stuart Weitzman's people about the diamond-encrusted t-straps that she was supposed to be wearing to the Academy Awards last night. In fact, we have learned that her stylist is the one who approached Weitzman's people in the first place, asking if Cody could pretty please wear his shoes on the carpet. What happened next? Read on for the murky details surrounding a publicity stunt gone terribly wrong.

[Juno writer Diablo Cody chats with actress Anne Hathaway at the post-Oscars Governor's Ball last night; image via AP]

Even though Hollywood's A-List was deprived of a chance to eat and drink on Vanity Fair's dime last night, two fiestas proved that celebrities will not let a little thing like tradition get in the way of a night of free booze and swag. Elton John's Annual AIDS Foundation Oscar Party usually has a strong turnout of power players, but the star wattage at the 16th incarnation of the bash last night was a few standard deviations past the norm, thanks mainly to the absence of Graydon Carter's soiree. Highlights included Tilda Swinton kissing her Oscar in some sort of Buddhist mating ritual, as well as the public debut of Hollywood's newest power couple, Sean Penn and Petra Nemcova. We've got pictures after the jump.

Was Oscar Winner™ Diablo Cody just being an indie snob when she chose not to sport those infamous million dollar shoes or is she beyond cool for refusing to act as some designer's publicity stunt? After reading her MySpace message in response to designer Stuart Weitzman's offering, we're inclined to go with the latter. Plus, silver shoes decked out in diamonds worth more than her tacky dress would be overkill even for Miss Busey-Hunt. As she put it:

Sad news for any schadenfreude addicts out there, but there was nary a swan head nor a peek of butt floss out to be seen on the carpet last night. Instead, we saw 80s-esque gold glitter fiascos (Faye Dunaway), billowy black muumuus (Ellen Page) and particularly poor choices in fabric, especially for a former stripper (Diablo!). While there aren't any oh-no-she-didn't moments, we were disappointed in several of the carpet walkers this evening:

Hey, New York Post: Was the Best Original Screenplay Oscar really the most important award of the night, and deserving of your cover shot? I mean, I know the Post is a strong supporter of the literary arts, but isn't that going a little overboard in terms of placement? Oh, right. The winner, Diablo Cody, has that big ass tattoo of a bikini-wearing stripper girl on her arm. Way to get it on the cover! And that other, oral sex-ish shot of her (after the jump) you got on the inside page—that's what makes you the leading entertainment news outlet that you are.

While it remains to be seen whether or not Diablo Cody will be joining the likes of Cameron Crowe and Woody Allen on the list of Oscar-winning writers, one thing is certain: she'll be wearing Million Dollar Shoes to the Academy Awards on Sunday. Tacky tastemaker Stuart Weitzman's infamous Kwiat diamond-encrusted shoes will adorn the Juno scriptess's feet as she walks the carpet. We are proud to report that this news marks Brook's official jump from Former Stripper to Rental Footwear Prostitute. [SF Gate]

With just weeks to go before Diablo Cody graduates from obscure screenwriter to global household name among Oscar's billion-man viewing audience, we thought we'd take another look at what lies just beyond her blinding horizon. Having already stolen a peek at Jennifer's Body, the horror project all but guaranteed to usher the expression "Slow down tardy slip. You sound like a sped," into the popular lexicon, Something Awful has just stumbled upon the first three pages of her next script, replete with Cody-authored margin notes. Quotey (a Diablo Cody Parody™), is a "dramedy about a brilliant-yet-spunky screenwriter who says what we all think but still faces persecution for her quirky ways." Will Quotey and boyfriend Braniel make love work? Will the Mountain Goats still be cool by the release date? Is "Spill the beans, you bean-factory worker with Parkinson's," too edgy for Diablo's newfound mass audience? Not to worry: Throw a skinny-legged high school track team jogging in the background of every third shot, and everything else will fall into place. The full page containing the excerpt above is after the jump.

We love to love smartass Juno screenwriter and ex-dancing girl Diablo Cody. But not in a weird way, like this guy. He wrote an essay about the "at least nine things" they have in common, and recently accosted a lookalike screenwriter on the WGA picket line, mistaking her for Cody. "My sign today on the picket lines at NBC," he blogs. "ASK ME ABOUT THE NINE THINGS I HAVE IN COMMON WITH DIABLO CODY." OK, fine. What are they?

Although we did recently declare a temporary moratorium on burger phone jokes, it is worth noting that a blogger who goes by the handle of Big Ross recently got his hands on a copy of Diablo Cody's first post-Juno script, entitled Jennifer's Body. Megan Fox (Transformers) and director Karyn Kusama (Aeon Flux) are attached to the horror/thriller about a cheerleader who somehow becomes possessed by a demonic spirt which compels her to start offing all of the dudes at her high school. And while we haven't actually seen the script ourselves, from what Big Ross describes, we feel pretty safe declaring that Diablo's streak of consecutive Oscar nominations will come to an end at one.

Although Juno's biggest B.O. weekends appear to be in the rearview mirror, that doesn't mean that America's appetite for all things Juno has fully subsided. In addition to the soundtrack's strong performance (currently #2 on the Billboard charts), there appears to be overwhelming demand on the black markets for Hamburger Phones! Or, rather, overwhelming supply. There are currently over 50 listings on eBay for hamburger phones, some of which utilize a hand-crafted MS Paint montage that includes Diablo "Call Me Brook" Cody's now-famous shot of her talking on her very own Hamburger Phone. With that in mind, we're using all of the money in the Defamer piggy bank to corner the market on orange Tic-Tacs. You know, just in case the Juno ancillary markets continue to grow. [Pop Candy]

We hadn't yet had an opportunity to snuggle up to Oscar™ Nominated® Juno screenwriter Diablo Cody until David Letterman had her on his show last night, and dare we say the young scribe handled herself with admirable aplomb as she took late night's hottest seat. In a rack-flattering leopard-skin dress, Cody—offering echoes of Lisa Simpson, Bettie Page, and the chick who snatched that last red pepper hummus from us at the Hyperion Trader Joe's—self-deprecatingly relayed all the Oscar-morning excitement, and in the process helped to usher "the buttcrack of dawn" into the popular lexicon. (While "taint of night," sadly, remains fated to the vernacular fringes.)

"I heard that films are structured around the male orgasm, the way they climax. Though, if it were modeled on the male orgasm, it would just immediately cut to black." Hamburger Phone enthusiast turned stripper turned blogger turned screenwriter turned Oscar Nominee turned aspiring standup comedienne Diablo Cody, from an interview with the Times Of London [Page Six]