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Yea! For once, the Academy Awards have come and gone without my being compelling to yell profenity at the TV screen. Chicago got Best Picture, The Two Towers got the special effects award, that cute guy from The Pianist got Best Actor, Eminem got Best Song and The Hours didn't get anything major (well, Nicole Kidman got Best Actress, but that's an award for her, not for the movie). Rejoice, all!! The Best Picture award actually went to a movie that deserved it, and not to something artsy (the year Babe the Talking Pig beat Appollo 13 for Best Picture is still remembered with resentment in my family). And best of all, the left-wing, "down with Bush," "we oppose war with Iraq" speeches I had feared did not materialize. Everyone who brought up the war did so in a way that was supportive of the American and British troops.
On that note, I'm worried about the fact that one of the suspected American POWs in Iraq is a woman, given that Iraq's leaders think the Geneva Convention was a meeting held by a bunch of bankers and that Iraq, like most predominantly Muslim countries, doesn't think that woman are human. I'm worried about all of the MIAs, but especially her.
And, shifting to a subject that won't hang my political affiliations out for all to see, I went to a concert/reading by Sharyn McCrumb (she's famous for her Appalachian "Ballad" novels, but I love her for writing Bimbos of the Death Sun, possibly the world's only book about a Sci-fi/fantasy con)Friday night and discovered that, like me, she has "theme songs" and sound tracks for all of her novels and characters. It's nice to know that real, non fanfic authors do this as well.
Still haven't told my parents about my slightly-broader-than-previously-thought sexual preferences. I have decided to keep silent about liking girls as well as guys for a while longer. I like my closet, damnit! I feel comfortable in small spaces, and the sweaters and I are friends.
On that note, I'm worried about the fact that one of the suspected American POWs in Iraq is a woman, given that Iraq's leaders think the Geneva Convention was a meeting held by a bunch of bankers and that Iraq, like most predominantly Muslim countries, doesn't think that woman are human. I'm worried about all of the MIAs, but especially her.
And, shifting to a subject that won't hang my political affiliations out for all to see, I went to a concert/reading by Sharyn McCrumb (she's famous for her Appalachian "Ballad" novels, but I love her for writing Bimbos of the Death Sun, possibly the world's only book about a Sci-fi/fantasy con)Friday night and discovered that, like me, she has "theme songs" and sound tracks for all of her novels and characters. It's nice to know that real, non fanfic authors do this as well.
Still haven't told my parents about my slightly-broader-than-previously-thought sexual preferences. I have decided to keep silent about liking girls as well as guys for a while longer. I like my closet, damnit! I feel comfortable in small spaces, and the sweaters and I are friends.