As I sit in suburbia and contemplate life, I realize that several truisms dominate- 1. the Oscars really, really suck. I lost over 3 hours of my life last night. I want them back. It was hypnotically bad. I swear every year, never again. Then I lie to myself and watch. It's a sickness, I tell you. A sickness.
2. I can't hold anything against an old, frail and very sick Pope. I really want to, but just can't. I'm not fond of conservative religious types, but I guess that being conservative and religious goes with being the Pope- so it's to be expected. It's just really hard to see him suffer- it reminds me of slowly losing an old house pet- you want to do something to help, but it's beyond your control. I'm sure that people would be horribly offended to see me compare the Pope to a cat- but if you knew how much I love my cats, it's actually quite an honor. And the gentle irony of it- this particular Pope was elected the day I buried one of my hamsters. I remember it well. The bells of the Helena Cathedral were ringing, and I was crying. The dramas of youth...
3. The Michael Jackson circus officially starts today. I'll be watching with as much self-loathing as I had last night during the Academys. It's compelling theater, but I wonder how much actual justice gets done. Like the OJ thing, I think that there's a serious discrepancy between the justice meted out to commoners versus the celebrity. We're not that far from the Brits- where connection and name have enormous effect on treatment. Anyone who argues otherwise is delusional. Perhaps back home in MT celebs can get treated like normal people most of the time, but I would argue that it's not the same as being normal since people recognize them but choose not to make a fuss about it. They still discuss the sightings with friends, and it's gossipy as hell. I don't get it. But I'm just as guilty as the next. I see someone famous (with the exception of the vile Micky Rourke- I'll share that tale some time) and get all silly and say, "Oooooh shiny..." like everyone else. I just really do want to get over it someday.
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I find it facinating and ironic that you associate the death of your hamster with a new beginning in catholicism. Therapists would have a field day...
I was 10.
Did it scar you > How's your relationship with God?
I don't discuss dieties with anonymous posters...it's policy, sorry. Didn't you get the memo?
I got the memo, and no you don't have to send me another one. We are also now putting cover letters on all of our tps reports as well.
Sounds like you are hiding from something by claiming this agnostic way of life.
Does it in fact all go back to the hamster with the bells ringing? Inquiring readers want to know.
Well, flattering as the scrutiny might be, I'm gonna tap out on this particular conversation with the elusive "anonymous." Move on, dude. This train has left the station.
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