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non-blue Monday
Monday, 8 March 2010 08:31 amIs it unpleasantly vindictive that I'm wandering around this morning occasionally punching the air and shouting "Yes!" because Avatar (ritual ptooey) didn't win the Best Picture or Best Director Oscars? Despite, may I add, a lot of media speculation that it would pull in at least one of them? It didn't even sweep the technical categories, although I don't really begrudge it the Art Direction and Visual Effects ones, those were pretty much a lock.
I know that the Oscars are a bit of a joke and not ultimately about real quality, but still they indicate what a lot of people are thinking, and thus my misanthropic lack of faith in human nature and cultural wossname is at least partially ameliorated. I haven't seen The Hurt Locker and probably won't, it's not my kind of movie at all, but it sounds like an infinitely more worthy thing to receive accolades. Also, I hope Katherine Bigelow rubs her ex-hubby's nose unmercifully in her victory, it might make him think twice about his script next time.
Now I have a wonderful mental image of James Cameron having his nose rubbed in a saucer of blue milk. I'm not sure, but he may have whiskers for the occasion.
Non-blue Monday is also non-blue because, while I'm sinusy and still a bit sniffly about my dad, Cape Town gave me a lovely thunderstorm with actual rain last night, as a relief from the bloody heatwave which has rendered the weekend hideous. I'm back at work today, but generally feeling a lot more human.
I haven't kept a dream diary for a while because they've been uniformly dull, but they seem to be taking off again, suggesting that worry about ill family members is a bit paralysing to the imagination. Last night I dreamed I was part of a group of about fifty people, most of them friends of mine, hiding out in an underground complex in the woods which turned out to be an alien spacecraft which we needed to activate in order to escape the apolcalypse. (There's always an apocalypse). We were constructing unspecified things from bits of furniture and arguing about how many people would fit. The spacecraft's AI was embodied in a robotic mouse which had befriended one of the younger members of the group. I woke up as we were setting off on an expedition through the woods, fighting off orcs and bugbears at intervals and being rescued by flocks of birds sent by the spacecraft.
I know that the Oscars are a bit of a joke and not ultimately about real quality, but still they indicate what a lot of people are thinking, and thus my misanthropic lack of faith in human nature and cultural wossname is at least partially ameliorated. I haven't seen The Hurt Locker and probably won't, it's not my kind of movie at all, but it sounds like an infinitely more worthy thing to receive accolades. Also, I hope Katherine Bigelow rubs her ex-hubby's nose unmercifully in her victory, it might make him think twice about his script next time.
Now I have a wonderful mental image of James Cameron having his nose rubbed in a saucer of blue milk. I'm not sure, but he may have whiskers for the occasion.
Non-blue Monday is also non-blue because, while I'm sinusy and still a bit sniffly about my dad, Cape Town gave me a lovely thunderstorm with actual rain last night, as a relief from the bloody heatwave which has rendered the weekend hideous. I'm back at work today, but generally feeling a lot more human.
I haven't kept a dream diary for a while because they've been uniformly dull, but they seem to be taking off again, suggesting that worry about ill family members is a bit paralysing to the imagination. Last night I dreamed I was part of a group of about fifty people, most of them friends of mine, hiding out in an underground complex in the woods which turned out to be an alien spacecraft which we needed to activate in order to escape the apolcalypse. (There's always an apocalypse). We were constructing unspecified things from bits of furniture and arguing about how many people would fit. The spacecraft's AI was embodied in a robotic mouse which had befriended one of the younger members of the group. I woke up as we were setting off on an expedition through the woods, fighting off orcs and bugbears at intervals and being rescued by flocks of birds sent by the spacecraft.
