Once upon a time is how it always goes, but I'll make it brief.

I had a wonderful morning where I got to enjoy not one, but two smiling faces. No, it wasn't exactly like that -- not that I wouldn't have that sexy, dirty-in-a-good-way, waking up with two people in the morning, it's just if I did have it, I would write about it honestly. Besides, I don't want to take away from the greatness of what my evening actually was. Don't get me wrong, I love fcking, but I equally love quality conversation with friends.

I had a "date" last night with vimandvigor, who came by to pick me up last night after work and we went up to T's for dinner/drink/quick visitation, then headed back to my home, first stopping at Cub Foods to pick up "New Age Drinks" and "Dough". We talked and talked. I told her long and quasi-sordid tales of my life recently ("Wait, I'm not to that point in the story yet -- there's a reason I'm a novelist and not a short story writer!"). We ate cheese puffs and cookies and played Bust-A-Move and talked, then went to bed and talked more and more then curled up and fell asleep, with a jealous dog inserting herself between us all night.

This morning dommeyourass came home to shower and change and it was just a lovely and loving way to start the day with both of them. I said it yesterday but it's so true --I love our family.

Today I'm having lunch with myself and then I'm spending the evening with myself, both of which I'm highly anticipating. I've been neglecting myself this week and I don't want him to get mad or break up with me.

You'll never make it out of here alive.

I got this e-mail at work that's been bugging me yesterday and today. Differently Paced Coworker sent out an e-mail that was a call to arms to have people contact the Academy (as in, the Oscars) and tell them not to recognize the movie Capturing the Friedmans which is nominated for best documentary for "perpetuating myths about child abuse". DPC forwarded the e-mail saying "I rarely forward things but this hit me deeply" and the message below that was from someone who wrote "this is disturbing -- I had no idea this is what the film was about." Then below this was a press release from a group called Stop Family Violence.

( cut because of movie spoilers, for those who don't want to read about it if you haven't seen the movie, and possible triggers about child abuse )

In less intense movie thoughts, I'm tired of reading articles about how when "women actors get ugly" they win awards. But I get enraged when they hold up as an example Halle Berry in Monster's Ball. Um, what? Granted, Halle's hair wasn't looking her best, but it suited her character because of location and age and whatnot. Her clothes weren't the most fashionable and her couch was a little gross, but again, suited the character. But she, herself was HOT. What the hell are people's problem?