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Once you are past college, phone calls at 11:05 PM are never good. Last night was no exception.

Some things are beyond "being safe against"--like freak aeronautic accidents. Let the hand-wringing cease, fer Chrissakes!

An NPR listener responded callously to an article on teenagers and stress ("They live in a free country, with good educational opportunities [blah blah blah]. Poor babies [dripping sarcasm].) I was reminded of something Burt Reynolds (yup) said, that always stuck with me. He said he'd been miserably unhappy poor and miserably unhappy rich. At least when you're rich you're physically comfortable, if no less miserably unhappy. Why is it that we deny that people who seem to have everything can suffer internal pain, fear, misery, and all the other things that people who are poor, living in war ravaged or oppressed conditions can? Why does the source of pain allow us to disavow the reality of the internal state? A rich child grieves for her parent as much as a poor one, if they loved them. Grief is grief in a hovel or a palace. A child struggling against forces or towards goals that overwhelm them is struggling, failure still hurts. Yes, the one may have physical consequences as well, but that doesn't mean that the child who strives, and fails, or even strives and succeeds, doesn't suffer horrible levels of stress, even if the goal is just making the soccer team. If I have limited resources, yes, I'm more likely to try to help the poor child whose stress comes from trying to survive--but that doesn't mean that the pain of the child in the comfortable life should be disdained.

Just why is it that the the Cat and Dog "Savings and Clone" company could clone cats and not dogs? Because the cats are really in charge and kept sabotaging the dog cloning attempts??

I always feared Adam Sandler would make something I could actually sit through. We watched The Longest Yard on Showtimes free preview weekend. Oh, well. It happened. (Yes, I saw Something About Mary. Yuck. Or was that Ben Stiller. They run together for me.)

Stargate SG-1 movies coming, straight to video (or airing on SCI-FI one a Saturday night, which is, perhaps, worse). Be afraid.


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Oct. 12th, 2006 11:39 am (UTC)
My mother had a word to describe people who seemed to have life completely under their control. She would say that they were really "together".

Invariably these people would come to some horribly tragic end.

She would shake her head in confusion and say, "But she was so together!"

This was my first lesson that whenever a person seems to be in control, seems to have everything, seems to be calm, or seems to be doing wonderful the opposite is most likely true.

The squeaky wheel gets lots of oil, the quiet wheels are far more spectacular when they go.

I heard that comment today as well, while I was driving. It was only the complicated left-turn/merge/construction zone that kept me from indulging in a fit of cussing. You've commented on it far more articulately than I ever could have. Thank you. I needed that.
Oct. 12th, 2006 04:29 pm (UTC)
Am I together? Do I get to pick my favorite Edward Gorey ending?
Oct. 12th, 2006 04:38 pm (UTC)
L is for Lynxie, Leveled by Lemurs.
Oct. 12th, 2006 04:52 pm (UTC)

Choking...need air...choking.

Gods I love you. :-)

(Oh I am SO tempted to encourage you to rewrite the whole poster. Hee hee.)
Oct. 12th, 2006 06:57 pm (UTC)
For the Cthonians among us...
D for the Deep Ones wherever they're found...

Oct. 12th, 2006 04:31 pm (UTC)
I think all of those movies are Yuck too. And Jim Carey. Too much embarrassment. (Though Morgan Freedman as God was worth while.) Don't like "laugh at people" movies. Ick.
Oct. 12th, 2006 04:43 pm (UTC)
For Jim Carey, just be sure to see The Majestic and The Truman Show.

As for Adam, I only liked him in The Wedding Singer, The Waterboy, and Coneheads. Oh, and Longest Yard, but that was seriously much much better than these three.
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