I went on a drive last night and got lost in a town called Rancho Santa Fe, which is less a town than a colony of really really really big houses for rich people. Well, I couldn't see them. It was dark. But based on their driveway gates, they're big.

When I found my way out, there was a movie theatre. I stopped and watched a movie. Brokeback Mountain, since I hadn't seen it. I was disappointed, and at first wasn't sure whether it was because I had waited too long to see it--no way it could live up to the buzz--or because it actually wasn't that good.

It wasn't that good.

As a movie, it was good--very pretty, well done, good acting, etc. But as a story--it was lacking. I'm not so sure that Ang Lee should have been so true to the original.

Okay I was going to analyze it but I'm not in the mood. Woof. But sure, let it win an Oscar so everyone and their Mom starts producing movies about the gays--maybe one of them will be good.

Some things:

1. I live in Del Mar, California. It's some miles north of San Diego, and some more miles south of Los Angeles. Lots of rich people live here, but that's fine. My apartment is one block from the bluffs on the Pacific and I can see the ocean from my bed. It is--how do you say--nice. I have a roomie named Danielle. She sells the concept of fancy resort to businessmen so they'll fork over cash to stay there--or something. She is from North Carolina, and is fab.

2. I have a job. Fulltime, with benefits and other adult things that I mostly don't understand. Bosses are married, also very cool. I work 9-5, which is solid. And I walk to office, which is tight.

3. I bought a new car, have high rent, and thus, am broke. But not by world standards, so won't complain too much.

4. I also just bought a tv. I might be in love with it? And also dvr.

5. Okay. That is all.