While I have spent all day lying on the couch watching television and movies (yay On Demand) I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t kind of wanting to go find a coffee shop to sit in and typeity type away at something.

Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday I’ll take this little netbook and do that.  My afternoon in Starbucks has awakened an urge.  An urge to sit amongst the people and appear as if I am thinking and typing deep and meaningful things while I do little more than blog and play on facebook and twitter.

Speaking of twitter, I was keeping track of the Golden Globes goings on mostly through twitter updates tonight and? I was surprised at just how bitchy everybody was about everything.  Strong! Mean! Opinions! abounded.

I turned on the show just in time to see Meryl Streep win for Julie & Julia and while I watched twitter light up with nasty comments about the movie all I could think was “I really liked it! And I loved Meryl Streep in it!”  And then when Drew Barrymore won for Grey Gardens all I thought was “good for her” and “this is a very cute speech!”  All the while people were lashing out about her dress.

And I realized something: I have become thoroughly nonplussed about these things.  Once upon a time I lived and breathed the entertainment industry.  I knew who everyone was, I’d seen everything that was nominated and I had Very. Strong. Opinions on who should win and who should definitely not win.

Now? I’ve barely seen anything that was nominated so I was thrilled when a movie I adore won something.  And I don’t really care what people were wearing or whether or not they had good hairstyles.  And I don’t feel negatively toward any of the actors.

And I can’t decide if I am just truly nicer than most of the people viewing who were tweeting or if I am far more easily impressed than the average bear (there is definitely something to this theory) or if I just don’t care as much as others do about these sorts of things.

I suspect it is mostly that I’m easily impressed.  I don’t mind if movies and television shows aren’t realistic.  I don’t care if there are corny jokes or truly forgettable and predictable plot lines or even if the writing and acting are terrible.  I go to be entertained and to escape the world for a while.  If a movie can make me forget about the world for ninety minutes or so then I declare it “fun” or “entertaining.”  I’m careful with “good” because I know the difference between good and bad but…well?

Today I watched Post Grad on On Demand.  I actually ordered it because I like Alexis Bledel and it looked like a cute and predictable flick.  And? It was a cute and predictable flick.  And it had, in addition to Alexis Bledel, Michael Keaton, Jane Lynch and Carol Burnett.  All performers I admire (and how often do you see Carol Burnett in anything anymore?).  Was it good? Heck no.  Was it entertaining? Sure!  Would I have spent money to see it in a theater? Heeeeeeellllll no.  But I’m also very hesitant about spending money on Avatar.  So there you go.

Hmm.  Apparently I care more about this issue than I thought I did.