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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Saw Million Dollar Baby this weekend.

Now, while I still feel that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind should have been nominated for Best Picture, I am confident that Million Dollar Baby will win.

Truly a wonderful film. Fantastic. Brilliant. And, I never want to see it again. It's absolutely heartbreaking. Clint Eastwood doesn't direct films with easy morals. There's no black and white in his films -- everything is a grey area. Of course, that's part of his brilliance as a director. He's woefully underrated, even though every film of his that I've seen has been tremendously affecting. A Perfect World still haunts me. Even when you see the ending coming, you hope and pray with all your being that it won't end like that.

Eternal Sunshine wasn't like that. The moral was simple -- Love is all that matters. Hold onto it for as long as you can. Even a memory is better than nothing. I certainly hope that everyone reading this blog has at the very least experienced Love at least once in your life. I have. And, while it hurts when it's gone, you can still look back and remember when, by golly, there was someone who gave a shit about you, that wanted to be with you, that wanted to hold you, that was willing to be mushy with you, all that shit. I hope that you've felt that, and had those feelings reciprocated. Cuz, goddammit, that shit's important. Human contact is important. People need to be touched.

Perhaps it's because I grew up with a functionally deaf Dad that I tend to communicate through touch. I work as a waiter in a restaurant. Now, mostly, you're supposed to let your fellow waitstaff when you are walking where they can't see by saying "Behind" or "Beside" or whatever. I usually don't. I reach out and touch them where I am, be it their back or their shoulder. Some people find this annoying, and I try my best to respect this. Of course, I'm not a really touchy-feely person, either. Don't hug me outta nowhere. Unless you're a cute girl. Then we can talk.


I'm not a band manager, and I'm not a talent booker, but I'm trying to get Lincoln bands to play in Beatrice. Perhaps I'll become a music mogul someday, but for now, I'm just a cheerleader who's tired of buttrock and cover bands.

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