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So, The Aristocrats. I didn't know what the joke was. I just knew I wanted to go to a movie that would make us laugh. So we went to the matinee on Sunday afternoon. And when George Carlin actually finally launched into the joke and we heard the dirty version for the first time, I sincerely thought I might have to remove the lid from the Sprite cup and use it as a barf bag, so vile was it. But after a while, it gets grosser and grosser until your mind is saturated by the grossness and you can't be grossed out anymore. And then it just becomes this strange sort of symphony of repulsiveness and giggles. I felt it was good for my continued effort to not be so disgusted by everything that is remotely dirty, germy, or foul. It was foul, Lord, it was foul. But it was just so different and sort of interesting that I'm glad we saw it. My favorite version of the joke was Mario Cantone (Anthony on Sex and the City) as Liza Minelli. Last night, we went to the spa for massages. Every time I get a massage, I fantasize about being able to afford to go every week. Every day, even. I took a very long shower with many products and reveled in the luxuriousness of it all. We then went out to dinner. I got linguini with shrimp and marinara sauce, and he got a sesame chicken salad. I said, "I love sitting outside in September." He said, "I love sitting outside in September in New Orleans." I said, because I couldn't think of anything else to say, "Maybe next year." When we got home, there were packages, packages! A divine carepackage just for me filled with divine things. And more surprises. And an awesome postcard and a card and a donation. And a Scrabble dictionary! We haven't been playing lately because it's just not the same without the proper dictionary even though we did play often when the power was out. Scrabble by candlelight. Not for romance but by necessity. And making up sentences with our words related to the storm. That will always be one of my memories from that crazy week. Along with breakfast with my mother and the flies at the diner during which her eyes welled with tears and she told him that she loved him. We did not have power back yet, but other people did, and somehow my mom had seen the footage on the television that we had not yet seen. And she knew before we did how bad it was, a degree of badness we could not digest simply from the radio. Yeah. "I really do love you," over eggs and bacon and yellow grits. That was awesome. Anyway. I just found out that I'm getting a little raise at work, which is always nice. All of this seems pretty meaningless when I think about all of the people whose homes have been wiped out. I mean, just wiped the fuck out. I mean, a whole entire parish is gone. It is under water and full of spilled oil and it's just destroyed. And people just want to know when they can go back and start rebuilding. People just want to go home. And oh, Miss Alli says so well what I have been feeling but have not actually been able to think clearly about or articulate because every time I try I feel like I am going to throw up. Sort of like I did when George Carlin talked about peanuts and corn and if you have seen this movie you know what I am talking about. Except this time it's not from being grossed out by a joke; it's by what really happened, not very far from here, to people who didn’t deserve what happened to them. Because no one deserves that. Because he could have done something -- SOMETHING -- or at least ACTED LIKE HE CARED -- and he didn’t. Hate. HATE. "I take responsibility," my ass. It's just too late. Too late to mean anything. Happily, the rescued cat is kicking ass and taking names all over this house. I was afraid she would feel ganged up on by my cats, but no. No. The can of whoopass, it has been opened. It's funny to watch. I'm sure they're all pretty confused right now, but so is everyone, so they fit right in. In closing, I could not be any more ready for season two of Veronica Mars.
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I bought one of Jette's shirts. Don't you want to? A faraway friend and longtime reader named Colleen has set up wish lists for children who have been displaced and are being cared for here. She wants to make sure that they have things to make them feel comfortable and also to allow them to have them a little fun as well as to have items that are their own again while they are away from home. The list for games is here and the list for books is here. Thanks, Colleen. |
