Oscar Madness

It's the Oscars tonight, otherwise known as the Academy Awards.  Or is it the Grammys, or the Emmys, or the Golden Globes, or maybe the SAG Awards.  Could there possibly be any more?  Oh yes!  Then there's the Indie Spirit Awards, the Tony Awards, the Writers Guild Awards, the MTV Movie Awards and the Critics Choice Movie Awards.  And, last but not least, the Razzie Awards where at least someone is a little honest about the quality of work that comes out of Hollywood these days.  And I won't even start in on the film festivals.  It seems that every time I turn around there's another event where beautiful people hang out with all the other beautiful people and pat each other and themselves on the back for making yet another mediocre movie (or song) through which they earn a load of money and swindle the rest of us out of $10+ (or more if it's one of the new 3D movies) every time we set foot in the theater.  But to give them a little credit this year, they did come out with a few decent movies.  I saw The King's Speech, which was excellent.  And, while I can see why Inception has been considered a rather brilliant movie, I must say that I was rather brilliantly confused while I watched it.  And I still want to see The Fighter and Black Swan.  So, as you can probably already guess, I will not be watching the Oscars this year.  Part of this is because I'm working, and part because I really don't care.  Although, I do occasionally like to see a few of the beautiful dresses of the beautifully dressed; and somehow, I do still want to see a replay of Lady Gaga in the egg at the Grammy Awards... just out of curiosity.

And.... The Answer Was "NO!"

And the question was "How about a ride up Crafton?"  I must say that I got a pure look of horror from Matt.  He must still be suffering from PTSD after hearing me scream for 3 hours on Loch Leven. I can't imagine why?  But, it has, after all, been almost 7 months already.  Or, as Matt would say, it's "only" been 7 months.  Personally, I think it's because he's now commandered my Gary Fisher Super Fly 29er as his own.  While I was laid up, he pilfered parts for his own mountain bike (make that 3 bikes).  And now it's hooked up to a tag along.  But, PLEEEAASE?!?!?!  Can I?  I'm finding the road getting a little boring already.  I miss the nature, the birds, the fresh mountain air, green foliage and mountain flowers.  I guess I'm going to have to lace up those new trail shoes I bought and put a little more work and time into a mountain trail instead of just pedaling.  After my initial downfall trying to run which ended in knee pain, I'm trying to restart my running career with a little more smarts.  It's called running with a little walking mixed in (and usually by the end of my run, it finishes with a little more walking than running because lifting my leg becomes a problem).  No matter, marathon here I come; hopefully sooner rather than later (fingers crossed).  Maybe the New York Marathon in November, right Cathi?