brokeback bobbitt

let me just preface this blog by saying i didn't actully watch the oscars. the only thing i really wanted to see, anyway, was dolly parton singing her snappy little tune "travelin' thru" from transamerica. and i missed it. oh, that and the dresses. i wanted to see dolly parton and all the pretty, shiny dresses. since i missed dolly in all her folksy glory, though, i had the oscars on in the background while i putzed around my apartment, trying it get it back into order after a week/weekend spent generally away. i have to say, though, having not watched the oscars, that brokeback mountain was totally robbed. ok yes phillip seymore hoffman (botched the spelling there, didn't i? yeah, well, i'm too lazy to look it up) was very good in capote (pronounced
"cuhpaot" if you're speaking bawlmerese), but i wanted the oscar to go to that lil' heath ledger. really for effort more than anything else. oh and also michelle williams because i'll be a dawson's creek fan until the day i die. and hello, crash? please. did anyone even see that movie? (if you did and you're about to leave an angry comment below that's like "robert you're only mad because it's not a gay movie and you hate all things not gay blah blah blah blah blah," you're right. so i saved you some typing.)

really, though, i'm bummed that brokeback didn't walk away with more prizes just because we're now going to have to hear for the next week about how the oscars "wasn't so gay this year" after all. you know what i'm talking about. everybody was making a big flying deal about how gay the oscars were this year. gay gay gay. gay people everywhere. gay oscars. and now, since capoat and brokeback didn't take home the big prize, and truman capote's sexuality was never addressed in the film, short of him being a mincing fairy for the entire thing, the oscars weren't so gay after all. and we're all going to have to hear and read and know exactly why. we're going to hear about the "academy" and its possible "homophobia," or how it doesn't pay to be gay in hollywood, or...mark my words, it's gonna happen.

in other news, hilary gave a great recital at tom's church in bethesda yesterday. it was really an intelligent program--start with a set from figaro, go on to some spanish songs, then round it out with some copland and berstein. oh, and i didn't miss a single entrance during the duet from figaro, except i did completely make up some mushy-sounding fake italian. luckily, i didn't break out in laughter, as i usually do when i start to make up words. for some reason, the made-up words just sound so ridiculous that i can't help but laugh. there was no arm-crossing looking-away yesterday, though, which is good. because hilary would've ripped off my dick. onstage.