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This last Wednesday to…today I guess, I’ve been sick.  The cold, it is not fun.  Basically, yesterday and today, I feel alright until about 10pm at night but I have no voice.  I can whisper, I can crack like a 12 year old or I can talk in the Speecy Spicy Sausage voice.  Fun stuff.  So for serious I talk in whisper, for normal I talk in 12 year old and for comedic value I talk in the sultry tones of Heath Ledger.

Speaking of which, I watched Brokeback Mountain last week.  I have a fairly good response to it I think. Basically - the things that are important to me about movies, the criteria for good cinema, are all completely satisfied with the exception of one - Honesty.  I didn’t feel that the film was honest.  The directing, cinematography, writing, plot and acting were phenomenal.  But it didn’t feel to me as if they were in love.  So here I’m going to completely skirt the ‘can gay romance be love’ debate and just stick to my point.  It never seemed to me that their feelings for eachother were love because they were never exclusive, forsaking all others, faithful through and through - in love.  I mean…completely take out the gay issue.  Make it a white male and black female during 1830’s society.  Forbidden to start a life together, the couple sneak off to Brokeback Plantation or something and get it on.  But when they’re not together, their back in their lives, with their families, sleeping around with other people.  The point in the film that really drove that home for me was when Jack and Ennis are are on the mountain for the last time and they get in the argument about Jack going to Mexico.  And Jack’s outburst in response to Ennis’s criticism shows that he was more concerned with getting his desires satisfied than with any kind of relationship with him.  So back to our comparison from 1830 - the black woman has been sneaking off to the north to get some white lovin and get’s called on it and she replies with ‘I just needed the white lovin, but I still love you.’
It just doesn’t jibe with me.

Anyways.  That was my feelings about the film.  If someone asks me whether or not I liked the film, I tell them I thought it was excellent.  If they ask what I thought about the ‘issue’ of the film, I tell them to watch the movie.

In other news, the last bastion has fallen.  My friend Marky has succombed to the call of the WoW.  He went and got it over the weekend and we spent the evening and yesterday getting him to level 12, logged out in Westfall and ready to get moving on the new quests the next time we play.  We all started lowbie alts to play with thim, but that’s 7 different people, 2 more than are allowed in a group, so I guess 2 will be left behind and I’m fine with that being me.   I can’t have an alt for every one of my friends who plays so…guess I just hold out for the day when we’re all 60 and that will be fun.