I'll read about them in the morning

So tonight is the Academy Awards. And like the anticipation of the 4th of July and Easter, my Oscar interest has faded from its one time title of - not to be missed party nights of the year. One year I even went and sat in the bleachers, dying from heat and thirst and the lack of toilet access. With each passing year, I'm familiar with fewer and fewer nominated actors, and I'm lucky if I've seen one of the nominations for best picture. Plus now it starts at NINE whereas when you live in California, it starts at six. I can't stay up to watch the good awards given out after my bedtime since tomorrow is a work day.

Yesterday we reconnected to the satellite, after a 3 month television hiatus. Until then, I had no trouble making do with 3 snowy channels and the I love Lucy collection. But. Then I remembered about surfing, and tempted by her many channels, sat down to peruse the list of channels I had forgotten about months ago.

We have OutTV? SexTV? I forgot about that. Oh look here, Discovery, How It's Made. I see how a fishing lure is made. I know my mother makes fishing lures. I ponder the art of fashioning an object that tempts a creature to give up its life. It is fascinating. Oh and what's this? A Woody Allen film on the Film Channel. Mighty Aphrodite. I watch the entire film. I think about the absurdity in which he casts life, the view I suppose he strives for in reality. His stories enchant me, if not his on screen persona. I flip again.

A story following two very hot guys working as paid escorts on SexTV. One digs his job, the other is trying to get away from it. I identify more with the latter.

Getting late, Oh. My. God., I forgot about Meteomedia. Meteomedia is the French weather channel and played a huge help in my learning the language. With images to help you know what is being talked about, and the frequent repetition of such programming, I spent many months watching trying to decipher the language. Of course now, I'm not even aware it's in a foreign language. I watch for ten minutes and go to bed.

With all these possible distractions, I can say with some fair certainty that I'll skip the awards show and surf again tonight.