I guess the Academy finally "knew how to quit" them and gave Best Picture to Crash. Undoubtedly they are ignorant homophobes who have never known the joy of homoerotic intimacy in a pup tent, but Crash still seemed like a really good movie - from the clips I've seen.

I didn't even intend to watch the Academy Awards, but my sense of humor forced me to tune in for the last awards. I was ecstatic to see Ang Lee win an oscar for directing Brokeback. I consider him a true artist and there is probably no subject from which he couldn't wrestle some beauty.

Larry McMurtry won for best adapted screenplay for Brokeback, and I thought that was great too. I love Larry McMurtry even though he's written a few real stinkers. But anyone who can open a book with the image of a naked, 200lb whore is, at the very least, an interesting person.

Anyway, it doesn't much matter. If Titanic could win, anything could win and that does rather take away from the event as a whole.

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So Jethro and I have been married 7 years today. It's hard to believe I was 22 when I got married. It seems so idiotically young. Then again, it seems like a ridiculous age to be a single parent, so I'm glad we did. People have asked me if I feel as if I missed out on things by getting married so early. I guess I do sometimes, but when it comes down to it, what was there to do that I missed out on? Sleep with a lot of people? It wasn't my style anyway. Travel? I didn't do a tremendous amount, but the amount I did was thoroughly satisfying. Go out and party? If the whole point is to get laid, why bother? I got a sure thing. Besides, I've seen what's out there and let's just say I guard Jethro's health very carefully.