Gentle Readers, I would like you to take a walk with me down memory lane. No, you really don’t get a choice, so walk with me.
Spring is on its way. The weather here in MN is crisp and sunny. This time of year is always bittersweet for me because winter is my favorite season, and yet, I can’t deny that a day in the low fifties with the sun shining brightly and the birds singing sweetly is soothing to the soul. I open the windows, and the boys go nuts over all the new smells that they can’t reach. I love it when cats do that chirping/clicking sound thing to indicate, “You’re dead meat–if only I could get to you.”
Ah, spring. It’s when a young person’s fancy turns to love. And, since I’m in a wistful mood, I hearkened back to one of my past loves.
Do you remember that feeling of falling in love? The delicious tingle you felt in your stomach (and somewhere lower) every time you laid eyes on the person? Everything he* says is the funniest thing ever. You marvel at how you ever lived without him once he enters your life. You could listen to him for hours on end, not even caring what he had to say. And, did you see the way he smiled at you? There was more than a hint of mirth in those gorgeous baby blues of his as he talked, and I fell hard for him as he tossed off one witty quip after the other.
Then, things changed. Oh, he was still brilliant and searingly funny on occasion, but his shtick started wearing thin. It seemed as if he was beginning to believe his own hype, or he was getting jaded or tired or something.
I admit it. I strayed.
There was this other guy, you see. He wasn’t as hot as the first guy, but he was so dingdang funny. I began to pay more attention to Guy #2 and less to Guy #1. Guy #1 said some things that really pissed me off, and it seemed to me that he was taking himself too seriously, so it was a relief to turn to Guy #2 who refused to take anything seriously, let alone himself. Oh, I wasn’t in love with him the way I had been with Guy #1, but I had a serious crush on him. He was fast on his way to becoming my main man. And, then, Guy #1 started pouring on the charm, as if he was trying to woo me back. I was tantalized with flashes of the past, but I still thought I would be better off with Guy #2. Guy #2 was the safe guy, the reliable guy, the one who would always be solidly funny. I could count on him. Then, last night, Guy #1 pulled his biggest and best trick out of his bag. Here’s a teaser:
This was, indeed, just a teaser, but it had me cracking the Hades up. I adore Jon Stewart’s Beck impression, and the news that Beck was ‘transitioning off’ FOX brought back the Jon Stewart I first fell in love with. Here is the rest of the episode, which is one of the funniest things Jon has done–ever. He’s searingly funny, creative, mocking with a deft touch, grimacing and mugging it up in grand fashion, and he is having a blast.** Oh, Jon. You had me at, “Tonight, America, I want you to open your ears because over the next ten to fifteen minutes, I am going to f*** them with the truth.”***
Ah, spring. Yes, indeed, a time for love. I just can’t quit you, Jon Stewart!
*Or she. But, in this specific instance, it’s a he.
**Plus, Jamie Oliver is yum-meeee.
***His bleeped out swear, not mine.
When I was a kid I lived in Utah, and the Boy Scouts was taken over by Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS Church). This, so called religion, practices underage polygamy, they send the boys off on missions to divide the underage sisters among the dirty old men of the clan. Now when these underage girls get pregnant, these same dirty old men, send them to the state to get their welfare checks . You should see some of the palace homes that are paid with welfare checks (not on just one of course). By the way this is the newest religion that was made right here in United States of America, I guess their also in AZ, CA, NM, TX, NV, CO, OK.
Glenn Beck’s comments on Japan as being a sign from GOD is trash talk, kicking them when they are down, would he say the same if a terrible thing happened to himself or his family? When someone hides behind religion to do or say something we know is wrong we should stand up and point it out (right the Wrong).
Someone should question Glenn Beck if this was a sign from GOD or just stuff that happens.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iisl-xH3Xs
It’s just not the same without Lewis Black anymore.
My favorite season in Minneapolis was by far Fall. The summer is way too humid and full of mosquitoes at night. I almost prefer winter to it. Nothing beats the climate on the water of Los Angeles, though. If only NYC could be moved to Southern California.
Montana, it has always been amazing to me that Beck’s viewers didn’t raise a stink about his Mormonism given how much shiitake Romney gets for it, but, yeah. I agree that using religion to justify horrific tragedies is really not cool.
The Usual Suspect, I love me some Lewis Black. Hard.
I loathe the summer. I hate heat. Minnesota winters are just perfect for me.
Heat ain’t so bad without humidity. I’ve left my doorstep in Manhattan Beach before when it’s 65 degrees, drove 25 miles to Woodland Hills, the hottest point in the San Fernando Valley, and it was over 100. However, it’s not that bad when arid.
It IS rather odd that the same people who are skeptical of Romney and say he’s not “really” a Christian because he is Mormon have no problem looking up to a former Catholic who CONVERTED to the religion of magic plates and talking God-hats as an adult rather than being RAISED in it .
WTF?
And that episode totally made me jizz in my pants for Jon Stewart, all over again. But being a South Carolina girl, I gotta say…..I want to be Stephen Colbert’s baby mammma.
Seriously. He can knock me up with little Snark Babies anytime.
Last night’s Daily Show was the single best piece of televised satire I’ve seen in years.
I’d vote for the guy, no matter what he’s running for. People that smart need to be in charge. We need people like that in charge.
Denise, you’re cracking me up. Snark babies. Snort. Almost as good as spite babies.
TGwtP, I would vote for Jon Stewart to regulate my uterus!
Glenn Back was like the “Chicken Littles” always saying that the “Sky is Falling”, like the same ones that were the “Chicken Hawks”, big talk no courage. The United States, favors creativity wherever it can be found. We’re apostles of prosperity and defenders of the free exchange of ideas and when more people in more countries are free to rise, to invent, to communicate, to dissent, it’s not the doom of United States leadership, its the triumph of the American way. Generations have worked hard and sacrificed much for the country to reach this point (individuals and our unions!), and with further hard work and sacrifice (along with our relentless self-doubt) the United States will rise again, we do not tire and we are coming back, no matter what the “Chicken Littles” keep saying about our nation. Never Bet Against the United States!