Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Second Blog of the Year

As you can tell, I'm running out of catchy titles for these missives, so I'm just sticking to numbers right now, kind of like the way the Duggars name all their 249 kids with names that start with the same letter.  Whoops--now it's 250 -- mazeltov!

I am a keen observer of life.  Ha!  No I'm not, I'm just bored today, so my mind has wandered off into Ephemera Land and caused me to think on things I just don't get. 

I don't mean the Big Things I don't get, like why anyone in their right mind would be against legalized abortion or gay marriage or watch Dancing With the Stars.   Those things are kind of obvious and way too heavy for my mood today.  It's tech week and my foot hurts and I really don't feel like making too much of an effort.  

No, I'm talking about those weird little things you run across in life that don't really signify in the Grand Scheme of Things, but you still wonder about anyway. So here are my pre-lunch musings.

For instance, I just sent an email to my castmates and ended it with "Yours in Christ", a phrase that has always irritated me.  What does that mean?  Does that mean you really like Jesus?  That's cool, but why end a letter with that fact?  I really like Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, yet I never end a letter "Yours in Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young" (for one thing, it would take too damn long).  Are you supposed to end letters that way if you are a cleric?  Doctors don't end their letters, "Yours in Antibiotics", astronauts don't end their letters "Yours in Space".  (DISCLAIMER:  I'm just guessing here, never having actually ever received a letter from a doctor or an astronaut; but I did get a letter from a collection agency once and they didn’t end that letter "Yours in Vaguely Threatened Violence".)  I think Church People do it because it makes them feel important.  Kind of like it would probably make me feel sexy if I ended a letter "Yours in a silk thong".  Unless the letter was to a collection agency, then I'd just be embarrassed.  No, actually, I'd be embarrassed if I put that ending on any letter, so  I guess I'll just stick with "Sincerely".  Yeah, that's hot.  But it's better than "Yours in Christ". 

I also don't get the game of cricket, but I don't feel too bad about that one, because I don't really think anyone does.  I've had a couple of people try to explain the game to me, but I think they were both just making it up as they went along.  That's okay, I can probably spend the rest of my life without ever watching a cricket match/game/bout/whatever and my heart will go on.

Bad Steve once spent the better part of an afternoon trying to explain craps to me.  I just didn't get it.  I have trouble grasping the concept of most casino games, which is why I never go.  I love, love, love playing board games and card games but I really suck at ALL of them.  I can count on the toes of my sprained foot the number of times I have actually won a game. Of anything. Ever.  I try not to think of this as being a metaphor for my life overall, but now that I've typed that, of course I do.  Crap(s).

Meh.  I'm going to get some sesame chicken and buy a crown (head not tooth).  Catch y'all on the flip side. 

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