All I get is static when you're talking

It's snowing. It started with thick chunky flakes that drifted idly and now it's more a regular stream of smaller flakes. The forecast says it will continue all day and night. It's starting to stick and I feel a like a kid, hoping and hoping, although not because of any days off of school (which in Atlanta, an inch of snow could cause), but just because I love it. I'm eating cold pizza and drinking nearly cold coffee and I'm trying to finish this short story and listening to Holst's symphony "The Planets". Not bad for a Sunday.

Last night we watched Walk the Line and I don't really get what the big deal was. Reese Witherspoon was good, Joaquin was alright, but the movie went on way too long, and at the end it made me appreciate Ray more, which was basically the same movie (Brother died as a kid and you get blamed and it haunts you? Check. Convince a woman to marry you at the beginning of your career? Check. Develop a drug problem? Check. Fall in love with a woman on the road while still married? Check. Get sober, then fall off the wagon? Check.) But I found Ray more stylish in its direction, plus the added drama of issues involving race and disability. Also, I've always loved the story of June Carter and Johnny Cash's marriage that lasted so long and was a great creative collaboration as well as partnership and how they passed within months of each other. But at the end of the movie, he kinda just came off as obsessed and still high and scary and I wanted her to say no and run away. Then again, maybe that's all love is: an obsession that doesn't kill you.