Pride

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Today was terrible. Terrible, terrible day. Huge fight with Vance. Still unresolved.

Let’s just say, he crossed a line, it was a pretty significant breech of trust. No, he didn’t cheat on me or anything, believe me, it was much dumber than that. By that I mean it involves something really stupid. The act itself was patronizing and controlling, and it was wrong, but as with most things, I can’t get him to actually admit he did anything wrong, so no apology for me.

I hope that he decides eventually to apologize. Pride can be a terrible thing. I don’t know if it kills or ruins lives, but I know it ruins relationships.

My brother told me that sometimes he apologizes even when he isn’t sure he did anything wrong because you don’t want to hurt the person you care about any further. Profound, yet oddly…obvious to me. But not to everyone.

Good night all.

On the subject of movies

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Warning: I’m really passionate about movies. This post may frighten some.

I admit I tingle when movie award season starts. I’m an avid movie fan with very strong opinions about the movies I see, and I love to see who the critics and panels appreciate the most.

It definitely ruins my day when someone has to run their mouth about how award season is a big fashion show, and it’s not really about who produced the best work, it’s more about who PAID the most for their awards. I’m not saying that it’s not plausible, or that there isn’t a part of me that may actually believe that, it’s just…it’s ruins the magic of movies and hard work for me. It’s like the schoolyard bully telling you Santa Claus isn’t real. It’s fucked up, man. Have a heart.

So, this morning I was GIDDY when I read this year’s Oscar nods. Christian Bale for The Fighter! Natalie Portman for Black Swan! The King’s Speech for everything that is important! Inception! True Grit! MOVIES!

Unfortunately, this year I have been especially bad about seeing movies. Something about being pregnant and tight on money really hinders our ability and desire to make it out to the theater. We had every intention of seeing True Grit and Inception, but we never actually got around to it. We did see Black Swan. I thought it was good. Not great, not amazing, just good. Natalie Portman was fantastic, Mila Kunis was alright, and Vincent Cassel never gets any recognition for anything he does. He’s just the French guy in the movie that didn’t knock Natalie up in real life. I feel the same way about Black Swan as I did about The Wrestler: the performance by the main actor was better than the movie itself. Mickey Rourke was incredible in The Wrestler, and Natalie Portman can play a crazy ballerina like she was born for it. Black Swan was better than the Wrestler, though. Visually, it was Darren Aronofsky’s best work, and the story was really interesting.

Aronofsky has a history of hits and misses: Requiem for a dream was a terrible movie disguised as a brilliant film that appealed to impressionable artsy teeangers, as was Pi, which was just plain BORING. And don’t EVEN get me started on the Fountain: it was like that arrogant, pretentious little French mustache on Aronofsky’s face decided to branch out on his own and make a movie. And it sucked. Thankfully he got rid of that thing. Then he made the Wrestler and Black Swan, and I was able to take him seriously again. So this year, I can say he deserves to go up against the Coen Brothers for their remake of a boring western. But, of course, it’ll probably be David Fincher who takes it  for that piece of melodramatic drivel about Facebook. Or whoever made The King’s Speech.

I haven’t seen The Social Network. I know, how can I pass judgment? I’m sort of boycotting it. There cannot possibly be anything interesting about where that gigantic time-waster of a website came from. And does it REALLY have to be that dramatic? Or that self-important? No, never going to see it. I felt the same way about American Beauty. Took me a year to finally see it. Guess what? It sucked as bad as I knew it would.

But what I am really excited about is Christian Bale’s nod. I know the academy tends to honor bodies of work, and not just performances themselves, and frankly, that’s why I am so pleased. This guy is known for bringing himself close to death for our entertainment, and springs back from it and squeezes himself into a batsuit and gets NOTHING. Finally, after making himself look like he was just dug up out of a grave, he gets a nod. I hope he takes it. Even if the Fighter, which I will definitely see, sucks ass, he will remain deserving.

See? Movie nerd. I get really into this stuff. I will never become cynical enough to not get excited at the thought of watching the Oscars. I will be ready that night with my checklist in hand.

In other news, nothing happened today. I went to Whole Foods and bought homeopathic medicines, a loaf of Challah bread and some organic candies. Those candies are the price I pay my son for cooperating at the grocery store. At H-E-B, it’s a free balloon. For Whole Foods, it’s a box of really expensive, weirdly flavored candies. You are inevitably going to be paying more for everything at Whole Foods. I have to admit, I can eat these organic candies and not feel sick afterward. It’s the magical weird fruits they use to flavor the candies, I believe.

Alright, I am exhausted, and it is past my bed time. Good night all.

EDIT: So, tonight was the State of the Union address? Who starred in it? Did it get nominated for anything? No? Then clearly, it does not suit my interests.

Nesting cont…

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In short, today was pretty uninteresting. Instead of doing stuff after taking Deven to school, I kind of…fell asleep in my bed and had dreams about oversleeping. I didn’t, thankfully. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry. Deven finally had speech therapy today, which I think was the first time he did in the entire three-or-so weeks he’s been in school. I mean, that’s essentially why I get up at 6:30 in the morning, right? Nah, even without speech therapy, the effect that school has had on him has been profoundly positive. The kid CLEANS UP when I ask him to, and I don’t even have to sing him a song. It’s wonderful.

Speaking of cleaning, I did the laundry today. Tried color-safe bleach for the first time. See? Now you are starting to get the gist of how eventful this day was, and for that matter, my life is right now. Riveting.

Tonight after dinner, I FRANTICALLY cleaned the fridge. It was…epic in it’s disgusting-ness. I kept thinking to myself “Do we actually keep FOOD in this? HOW ARE WE NOT DEAD?” I found out the hard way that there are areas behind shelves (that are not meant to be leaned on while cleaning other areas of the fridge, just FYI) that probably haven’t been touched since BEFORE we moved in here. It was incredible. I feel like a fucking a super woman.

Now I just need to get Mr. Super Woman to do the dishes. I will now use my Lasso of Nag on him to get his ass off the couch and to the sink.

Good night all.