this past weekend was gorgeous.
i was completely by myself (well, of course, the pooka was there, but he's my baby) which got a bit strange after awhile.
but i got everything done i wanted to, went to church on sunday (i hadn't been in a month) so i got to see many of my friends, took a nap, and made lots of food. it was so relaxing, and peaceful which was what i needed. it was also delightful because spring was in the air.
and i made some medical decisions for myself that i feel good with right now.
and i watched the oscars a bit last night. i was really hoping for a "brokeback" win. granted, i haven't seen the movie, but i have read the short story it is based on and i have seen "crash". which, imo, was less than stellar.
it wasn't that it wasn't well acted--i thought everyone involved did a great job; it was beautiful and smooth in looks. and i loved the scene where the little girl protected her dad from getting shot.
but it was so....well, trite. cliche. unsatisfactory.
wow: good people can be asses. bad people can do good things. i never knew! thank you, hollywood.
but really, do i think matt dilon's character was truly redeemed because he saved the black women whom he had already raped from a burning car? no. esp because i don't think he did it as an act of redemption versus his: this is what cops do.
do i think sandra bullock accepting her latina housecleaner as a 'friend' (because she has NO ONE else) means the next time a latino comes to change the locks on the door she won't think he'll sell her keys to his gang buddies?
do i think snow blanketing the city of los angelos after the "good" white cop kills his black hitch hiker is anything at all meaninful?
no, i guess i don't.
and it seems like i'm not the only one
so, there you go.