Pardon the asinine alliteration. To rally my immune system, I recently tuned in to a double-header of testosterone: The Hurt Locker and 300. The former was well deserving of its Best Picture nod. The flick reminded me a bit of Traffic, which wowed the world with its shaky camera and casually brutal narrative. The Hurt Locker seemed more authentic with its spare dialogue and tight pacing. Excellent performances by its actors. A modest movie.
Another thing that helped Dish in her convalescence: Laura Bush has come out for gay marriage and abortion on Larry King (that sentence could be misconstrued). I never minded Laura as First Lady since she seemed like a shy book-worm who was well aware of her husband's flaws. She herself has some whoppers. Her appearance proves that you can disagree with your mate and still live with him/her. We don't have to think the same way unless we want to bring back Nazi Germany. The Book of TG says, "Nothing is black and white." I can love my Evangelical Christian friends and be a screaming pagan listener of Duran Duran.