I knew it was a long shot, but it's still frustrating. The Oscars, I mean. I did actually try to watch it. I managed to make it through Jon Stewart's opening spiel while I was working out & it was very amusing. But that's a bit of a no-brainer because I love Jon Stewart and of course I am a hardcore anti-war, registered-Democrat kind of gal. But as soon as the awards part of it actually started, I got that overwhelming feeling of repulsion (please refer to the 1965, B&W film by Roman Polanski and starring the exquisite Catherine Deneuvre, Repulsion, if you want to understand the full effect of repulsion I feel when attempting to watch awards shows...).

Oops. I digress. As usual.

Anyway, off went the TV set and I went upstairs and lay on the bed with Bunny and thought about life for awhile, mostly about how great it's gotten here lately, and then at some point I fell asleep. Around 3 A.M., I awoke and sent those little brain-feelers out into the universe to see if Johnny Depp might have finally won an Oscar, but the universe came back with a resounding, "no," so I went back to sleep. When I got online this morning, I found out that the universe had been right. Funny, how the universe knows everything, isn't it? I highly recommend the brain-feeler device if you aren't already using it for contacting the universe...

This morning was great, though. For me, anyway. The movie of choice for Fluffy and I today was Love Story. (Once again, excuse me for not linking to any of these names and/or movies; my linking thingie is still not working.) We began watching it at 5:45 A.M. and I was already getting weepy by 5:46 -- yes, even the opening title sequence with that exquisite theme music -- so aptly titled Theme from Love Story -- gets me every time. I totally sobbed at this movie when I saw it the first time at age 10, back in Cleveland, Ohio.  I don't actually sob anymore, but gosh it makes me so teary-eyed. I just love it. And we only watched about half an hour of it!

Fluffy and I are actually halfway through watching the original Les Diaboliques (French, B&W, 1955). But I wasn't up for subtitles and/or trying to think "en francais" this morning, so we opted for something mushy and a lot easier on the brain. Les Diaboliques is so creepy, isn't it? Wow. The first time I saw it, I was maybe about 9 years old and I was sleeping over at my grandmother's house. I stayed up late and watched it alone in her living room. I was in my jammies, of course, and I was lying on the floor right in front of the old black & white TV set, with my pillow and a blanket. All the lights were out and my grandmother was already in bed asleep. And I was fucking TERRIFIED! Wow. What a thrilling movie. And it was the first film I remember seeing that was dubbed in English; the words I was hearing didn't match the way the actors mouths were moving and I thought that was so strange.

So tomorrow, we will resume watching either Les Diaboliques or Love Story. It all depends on my mercurial mood, I guess, since Fluffy is pretty much amenable to anything. I will keep you posted...