Good morning, all! It's the Monday morning blues, with too much to accomplish today. We'll see how far I get.
Last night I watched "Prayers for Bobby," which I wanted to like more than I did. Sigourney Weaver is quite wonderful, as is the rest of the cast, but the film left me wishing it had been maybe 30 minutes longer; it's essentially a family drama and I felt I was often at a family reunion having no idea who the hell anybody was. I also felt Ms Weaver's progression from idiocy to enlightenment could have been a bit more transitional. I'm also still wondering how it ended up on Lifetime, the All-Men-Are-Evil Channel: there wasn't a woman in peril of death, torture, rape, stalking, prostitution, embezzlement, or identity theft all evening.