Someone left a cake out in the rain

Wow,

My password somehow got mucked up and it took me a few days to figure out how to get back in here again, thanks to the WordPress “forgotten password” function, which does not work. And which fails in not one but two fabulous ways: either giving you and error code and not sending you a new password, or sending you a new password which does not work.

That’s two very special, very different kinds of annoying.

I have to stop being such a ditz, right? Because ultimately, somewhere, I did something wrong. (I think.)

Anyway, it does not look like I have missed much.

Re: Sideways: spoiler alert! Do not read if you do not want to hear something about the ending of the movie. You have been warned.

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Okay.

I just saw it last night (after all, I could not blog). And I liked it, it was fun.

And then the Sicilian told me that when he saw it, he thought the ending was ambiguous: “VC, did you think the ending meant the guy got back together with Maya? I thought maybe it meant they were going to be friends.”

Hmmm. Yes. I did think that was the point. I mean, he got a phone call saying she had thought long and hard before calling him, and that she loved his writing, etc. etc. And then he got dressed nicely and got in the car to take a 252 mile drive to her door. (I checked mapquest for the driving distance from San Diego to Los Olivos.)

Is this ambiguous? If you had a falling out with someone and then reunited as friends, would you likely call them in advance of going to their house? This ending implied something more serious to me–him turning up at Maya’s doorstep and declaring undying love. Which, truthfully, he ought to–having found a woman who is lovely and smart and loves wine and puts up with him (which seems like a major factor for this chap).

Or do I, ever the hopeful romantic, just want to see the ending this way?

Something else bothered me–the theft of money from his mom’s Ajax can. That really spun him to a different level of loser-hood, in my opinion. Nothing wrong with being a nice, semi-depressive, anxious wine-lover who can’t get his masterpiece published, and who hangs around with his frat-boy-jock-womaniser freshman dorm roommate. But did they have to throw in “steals from 70-year-old mom” too?

Why do I keep saying “him”? Because less than 24 hours later, I cannot remember his name. I have not had any caffeine today, you see. I had better go and remedy that.