Yah!
The fact that James Cameron's overhyped movie with three cliche stolen plot lines didn't win a SINGLE major award at the Oscars, and the fact Kathy Bigelow walked away with the two top awards makes me happy in places I can't even name.
I was waiting for Bigelow to give Cameron a nice healthy middle finger salute, or slight smack to the back of the head as she took the stage. They used to be married after all, and success earned is a sweet way to say "Fuck you". Kathy Bigelow at least had the humility and humble grace not to raise the statue and yell "I'm the king of the world!!" while accepting her award. Take notes for the next Oscar Nominated monstrosity you make Mr. Cameron.
I'm a little bummed Christopher Plumber didn't win.
Sandra Bullock. A razzie. An Oscar. All in the same day. And she had Jesse James nearly in tears during her speech. Priceless.
I watched the Oscars with my friend Rachel. It was the last time she and I will hang out as the friends we've become for a very long time. She's moving to Ticonderoga in New York to be with her fiancee, the man of her dreams, and to start a new chapter in her life. I'm going to miss her. She became a friend, a muse, a partner in laughter and a partner in tears. I hope she finds a good karaoke bar in New York and signs her heart out. I hope I can go to her wedding. I hope she finds buckets full of happiness. But I'm going to miss my friend.
It's amazing how much I can see about myself when I finally clean off the mirror, and have some friends and even some total strangers polish it up to a new level of clarity.
When I look in the mirror, now not so distorted, grime covered and blearly, I see that I'm not a monster any more. I'm not the horrible person I've let myself believe I am, but I'm not the good person I want to be either. I can be better, and be happier. So I need to keep going forward, make some more changes, and be the person who makes myself happy.
Then... then I'll start looking for someone to share a life with. Not before then though.
In the mean time, I'm happy to be where I am. I am free. Free of the drama, the hidden charges, and the bullshit victimhood I will never accept again.
I was waiting for Bigelow to give Cameron a nice healthy middle finger salute, or slight smack to the back of the head as she took the stage. They used to be married after all, and success earned is a sweet way to say "Fuck you". Kathy Bigelow at least had the humility and humble grace not to raise the statue and yell "I'm the king of the world!!" while accepting her award. Take notes for the next Oscar Nominated monstrosity you make Mr. Cameron.
I'm a little bummed Christopher Plumber didn't win.
Sandra Bullock. A razzie. An Oscar. All in the same day. And she had Jesse James nearly in tears during her speech. Priceless.
I watched the Oscars with my friend Rachel. It was the last time she and I will hang out as the friends we've become for a very long time. She's moving to Ticonderoga in New York to be with her fiancee, the man of her dreams, and to start a new chapter in her life. I'm going to miss her. She became a friend, a muse, a partner in laughter and a partner in tears. I hope she finds a good karaoke bar in New York and signs her heart out. I hope I can go to her wedding. I hope she finds buckets full of happiness. But I'm going to miss my friend.
It's amazing how much I can see about myself when I finally clean off the mirror, and have some friends and even some total strangers polish it up to a new level of clarity.
When I look in the mirror, now not so distorted, grime covered and blearly, I see that I'm not a monster any more. I'm not the horrible person I've let myself believe I am, but I'm not the good person I want to be either. I can be better, and be happier. So I need to keep going forward, make some more changes, and be the person who makes myself happy.
Then... then I'll start looking for someone to share a life with. Not before then though.
In the mean time, I'm happy to be where I am. I am free. Free of the drama, the hidden charges, and the bullshit victimhood I will never accept again.