raybear | I can picture us in the living room

I should perhaps log some of my non-Oscar happenings of the past few days. Though it's so difficult, because why talk about something else? Ah well, it's not that exciting really.

On Saturday night I got very drunk off of the same drink from various Louisville establishments. We saw a couple bands perform, who were pretty good, including one named "Tomacco". See The Simpsons.

I ended up watching High Fidelity for a second time on Saturday and enjoyed it again -- I was waiting for my friend to get home and there was nothing on her two channels. On Sunday morning she was asleep and the only thing on TV was a church service to an interview with Catholic teens talking about going to church service. So I decided to pop in the movie Jerry Maguire which is a movie I've never seen, on principle. The principle being I though it would suck. But my friend has similar taste in movies with me, so I thought I'd give it shot. Esp. now that the hype is way over. My friend (who shall now be known as Bunny Chick for multiple reasons -- 1) she appeared in Playboy in the November issue. not a pictoral, but an interview regarding the new wave of activism (she works for Jobs for Justice) and 2) she was talking about feeling self-conscious about her house rabbits and having dates over, worried they would not want to come over anymore and she would forever be known as "The Bunny Chick") came into the living room as the movie had barely finished the credits. She then informed me that the movie was on loan from someone else and she hadn't been able to finish it. I soon followed suit. Cameron Crowe is a sweet, sugary, sentimental cake-y moviemaker, I also determined. But John Cusack could pull off Say Anything cause...he's John Cusack. And Kate Hudson made her part work too in Almost Famous -- I previoulsy heard rumors that she sucks as an actor and he made her performance in the editing room, but now I think it's the other way around. But Jerry Maguire has Tom "Aren't-I-Dreamy" Cruise who can't act his way out of a paper bag. And I immediately felt for Renee who was forced to play a single working mom with a sick kid who quits her job to follow her crush. Oh yeah, that's exactly how single working moms are. I'm sure me hating this movie makes me seem like I'm not an optimist or a romantic or I don't believe in the triumph of the human spirit. I am -- I just don't need to be told how or why I should be. That's part of why I liked Monster's Ball. The word love never gets mentioned -- they focus on all those other intense desires and emotions and complications, therefore avoiding the cliche.

But whatever. I'll stop driveling. Can that be a verb? I think so.

Soon I'm leaving work and will be HOME, someplace I haven't been in quite awhile. Yesterday I had about 2 hours between airport and Oscars, and part of it was spent napping. Tonight I may do laundry, I'm most definitely cooking a fabulous dinner which will include roast, cornbread dressing and gravy (I skipped lunch today in anticipation for gorging). I also have several albums to listen to and some reading that could stand to be read. Home, is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me loose.

Oh, and the first record store I walked into on Saturday was playing Nappy Roots. I swear to g-d. Welcome to Kentucky. Also, I found the second album of All Natural (Chicago local indie hiphop favorites) for about the half the price I've seen it here -- the beauty of buying local music in a different locality. Tonight I commune with the turntables and the MPC. And possibly commune with my girlfriend which would be wonderful as well.