God Is A Bollywood Karaoke Singer
So there we are, Mel & I, sitting pleasantly in our living room watching some of the deleted scenes of
A Knight's Tale, when suddenly loud music Bollywood music fills the room. And then as sudden and unexpected as it appears, it vanishes again, like a vision. It does make one wonder if God is indeed as the title of this suggests, or if He has a deranged sense of humour.
As Kevin Smith suggested, God must have a sense of humour; look at the duck-billed playtpus.
But sudden, booming Bollywood voices speaking to us aside, the day is over, I somehow have defied the odds and have energy to continue on through the remainder of the evening. I really have come to loathe the whole Christmas season now--shopping and songs especially--as I now find it more exhausting than exhilarating, and more aggravating than inspiring. I am at least relieved to know that this loathing feels only transient, and so long as I don't spend another Commercialmas in retail, the loathing won't grow to eternal despising.
The last thing I want to do is have Mel shoo me off because I'm ranting a tirade to the grandkids about how much Christmas sucks [insert word I shouldn't be saying in front of grandkids, though senility has gotten the better of me here].
In other news, the mustard incident mentioned in the last little bit of nowhere has now become known as "Mustard Bukkake." Those of you not familiar with Japanese might be best to remain blissful in their ignorance....
Today's Lesson: it is counter-productive to go to a store to buy garland for the Christmas tree that you'd selected the day before, and then completely forget what sort of garland you had been looking at.
posted by Phillip at 4:18 PM
