I will not be called a bad blog-keeper!

And that is precisely why I am updating my blog today, as I watch the Oscars. I have been such a poor media guru this year that I have seen barely any of the films that are up for awards. I did see Brokeback Mountain, and while I had my qualms with its social implications, it was a good flick. I must admit, I was a little upset that one of the gay guys in Brokeback had to die; it feels so cliche. That way there's no way these two men can be together. And I'm sorry to those of you who haven't seen the movie. I should've created some sort of spoiler alert. Oh well. Anyway, back to my bitching about Brokeback. My next annoyance is not with the film. It's with how Brokeback Mountain has now become an adjective for male homoeroticism. For example, I was listening to the radio the other morning, and one of the announcers mentioned something along the lines of hugging the other announcer, then followed with, "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all Brokeback Mountain on you." I mean, come on. I suppose I could choose to look at the bright side of things; I mean, Brokeback seems to have meant to bring (specifically) male homosexuality into the mainstream, and to break the stereotype that all gay males are flamboyant and effeminate. And I feel that it definitely succeeded in bringing male homosexuality into the mainstream; the fact that radio announcers are using the term as an adjective for male homoeroticism proves that. So it has at least gotten people who wouldn't have originally thought about homosexuality thinking about it.

And as a side note about the Academy Awards, I would just like to give kudos to whoever decided to make that montage of old cowboy movies with "gay" implications. Because even though this was meant as a sort of joke, it shows that somebody else realizes the incredible homoeroticism contained in films that try so hard to showcase the epitome of masculinity, which, by social stigma, is the total opposite of homosexuality. DAMN, I feel like I'm writing a variation of my honors thesis here. I LOVE this shit!!! If grad school could just be an endless thesis about analyzing male homoeroticism, I'd be thrilled to jump right back in. So far, this is a great blog, but I'm pretty sure nobody will appriciate it as much as I do, except for maybe Banjo and Lindsey. Heidi will say "Dur," and nobody else will read past the first sentence. But, oh well. I have to keep practicing my analytical approach, as I do plan to go back to grad school eventually.

But let's move on to something else. Two awesome things will arrive for me in the mail this week: Lady and the Tramp, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. And this calls for some pictures! I love Lady and the Tramp so much. I mean, it's about dogs. And we all know how I feel about dogs. But, more important is how I feel about Ron Weasley. I'm depressed that the Goblet of Fire DVD comes out on a Tuesday, because there's no such thing as casual Tuesday, so I can't wear my Ron shirt or my Gryffindor shirt to work. But I suppose I'll just deal. But just as an interruption to this paragraph, can I just mention that I hate it when it's completely and totally obvious that the awards announcers are reading off of teleprompters. And WOO HOOOOOOO, Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were-Rabbit won for best animated feature film! Fantastic! Wallace and Gromit are awesome.
And, of course, I've added a picture for your viewing pleasure. There just isn't enough room for all of the pictures that I want to put on here, so the Harry Potter picture will come a little bit later in the blog so that there is enough room for everything.

So, you know what I decided that I enjoy today, as I watched golf with my parents (yes, that's how pathetic I am, I have so few friends that I have to watch golf with my parents)? I like golf clothes. They are strangely entertaining. Plaid is my favorite, of course. But even the announcers seem to comment when someone is not wearing a really obnoxious color of some sort. And obnoxious colors are right up my alley, of course. I'd play golf if it weren't such an expensive and frustrating sport. I can't hit the ball very far, as I've discovered on my few experiences on a par 3 golf course. And I figure that if it takes me at least 6 strokes to put the ball in the hole on a par 3 course, there's no point in even attempting to golf on a regular course. So, I'll settle for wearing plaid without the golfing.

I just had a great thought. My next blog (or possibly another blog in the near future) will be on the Lorenzo Llamas show Renegade. For those of you who don't remember this incredibly fabulous program, find a couple of episodes to watch before I write my Renegade blog. I just have two words for you on the subject: Bobby Sixkiller. That's all I'll say. I don't want to spoil anything. There will be plenty of pictures. I know we all like visuals.

This has turned out to be an especially long blog! Just a couple more exciting things before I go: I have my first guy going to work (provided that his drug test results come back negative)! He doesn't start until next week, but I'm still excited. And I love getting paid weekly. Making payments on my credit cards every week is awesome. Oh, and I didn't have any tequila at happy hour this past week, so all is still well in the world. I'll just stick to vodka and cranberry juice, thank you very much. Tequila is a little too hardcore for me. Okay. Enough for tonight. I will try to blog again before next Sunday. Get yourself prepared for Renegade!!!!