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08.20.04
Thought Bubbles II: The Cutening
06:05 PMMore unfocused bits:
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I'm probably supposed to have militant, indignant opinions about this, but sorry, my only honest reaction to the whole sordid New Jersey governor affair (ha!) is that it's the juiciest damn soap opera ever. Especially with the introduction to the story of the supposed lover's supposed lover. "CIA operative who takes pills doled out by the intelligence agency to make his skin darker" . . . "insisted on speaking Spanish because, he said, he hates the United States" . . . "shirtless and wearing purple shorts" . . . it's As the World Turns or The Guiding Light as written and directed by Terry Gilliam and John Waters.
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Speaking of which, ATWT and GL, back-to-back on CBS, both have amnesia storylines going. People!
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There are two kinds of people in the world: the ones who load up another bottle on the water cooler when it's empty, or the ones who leave it empty so that the next person will have to load up another bottle on the water cooler if he wants a drink. Which are you?
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My friend Jennie, in her LiveJournal, says her toddler daughter "looked good enough to gobble up." Another friend used to occasionally remark that something was so cute that "you just want to crush it," and I've heard other people utter other twists on adorable = must be destroyed. And they're not being cruel or mean; it's an honest, praiseful statement of how taken they are by the person or thing's supreme cuteness, usually without awareness of the sinister implications. Which, of course, I pick right up on and hold up like a X-ray of a tumor in a kitten.
How is this? How does endearment equate to annihilation so readily? Is it the ultimate, innocent expression of the fabled thin line between love and hate? Does full-on delight make us feel small and bitter against our will? Is a puppy nothing more than a miniaturized Total Perspective Vortex that crushes our very soul, which escapes us in a seemingly appreciative awwww?
Just wondering.
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Finally, in case you've missed it, you must see the Star Wars wedding pics. (Note the one of a trooper illustrating the above cuteness treatise, and the fable wrapped in a fable.)
Damn, I've been in so many weddings, but always an usher, never a stormtrooper. I just want to wear white. Is that so wrong?
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