had a busy/productive day yesterday. lots of chores and cooking and baking got accomplished. had all the windows and balcony door open to get the beautiful (yet blustery) spring wind to air out my domicile. spent a long while chatting with a very dear friend. i didn’t get outside at all, though. i wanted to go play catch or frisbee or something, but i don’t really know anyone local whom i could call up and persuade to meet me in the park on short notice.
i slept much better last night than saturday. all night long, every time i rolled over i’d partially wake up because i was so aware of how different my mattress was from how i’ve gotten used to it. who knew you weren’t supposed to be able to feel each individual slat through your futon? as mentioned, last night was much, much better. i woke up this morning and as i listened to the radio a while i became aware that my back wasn’t sore. i can’t remember the last time i woke up without some sort of pain. geez louise, what the hell took me so long to do this?!
the academy awards are the only awards show i watch anymore. there are just too many of them and, really, i’m not all that fond of the culture of celebrity as it is. why would i spend time worshiping it? that being said, i watched last night’s show for a couple of specific reasons. one, i wanted to see steve martin. i love steve martin. does anyone know if he’s remarried yet? if not, i may fly to l.a. and try to woo him. two, i wanted to see just how many acceptance speeches actually mentioned the war. not that i wanted to hear about it, but i wanted to see how many people would have the balls to mention it considering it’s probable they were told to shush up on the topic. three, i really wanted to see if the pianist would be snubbed. i love that movie. i didn’t think it would win best picture (even though i think it deserves it), but i hoped that it would get some sort of offical nod for its excellence. i actually started to cry as soon as adrien brody was announced the winner for best actor. he hadn’t even stood up yet and i was sobbing. yeah, i know i’m pathetic, but really, he so very much deserved it. i was delighted he was recognized. i still am. i wonder if he’s single. maybe i’ll move to new york and try to woo him, instead.
today is busy-busy with work and meetings. speaking of, i’m late for one now. later, alligators.
when i was acting, i worked on this film with a guy who looked so much like steve martin, and he was really smart and funny and well-spoken like him too. he was like twice my age, but i couldn’t tear myself away from him. whenever they were setting up the sets and cameras and stuff, i’d be off talking to this guy. i know he thought i was completely nuts. he finally said “look, you’re too young for me” flat out. i hate thinking that i was so obvious. anyway, i’m glad i’m not the only one who thinks he’s fabulous and enchanting.
if i was a chick, i’d be ON steve martin. I say, stalk away.
best documentary feature: bowling for columbine, michael moore.