I’m away for a month and I get all sorts of grief. I show up and mention my birthday, and the crowd vanishes faster than Richard Simmons at a Sadie Hawkins dance.
A few random observations and suggestions today:
We watched About Schmidt this weekend, and it’s remarkable. It’s pretty dark, but there’s this glint of hope and redemption if you’re willing to fight for it. Jack is, as usual, great. You have to briefly see Kathy Bates naked (yeah, that Kathy Bates…it’s pretty shocking), but if you survive that and her occasional salty language, it’s a very nice script, beautifully acted.
If you can’t sing, don’t volunteer to sing solos in church. If you get to make decisions about who sings solos in church, don’t shove people up there who can’t sing (unless there’s a really spiritual reason for it). Thanks. Those of us with sensitive ears appreciate your thoughtfulness in that regard. We could all debate the merits of performance/entertaiment-driven worship in the church, but until we make more progress in that area, let’s at least be reasonable about stuff like this. K?
If you don’t own it already, you should buy the Willie Nelson album, The Great Divide. I’ve had it for a long time now, and it’s still oh so nice. Friends like Bonnie Raitt, Sheryl Crow, Rob Thomas, Leann Womack, and Brian McKnight drop in for memorable duets. The Kid Rock number – Last Stand in Open Country – could hardly be any better.
The dinner table scene in Meet the Parents has to be one of the funniest scenes in cinematic history. De Niro: I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?
Too bad the ad robot is gone. Between that last post and discussion of Kathy Bates naked, who knows what we could have stirred up. [Note to those who were fans of the ad robot: When I anted up the cash to be able to post photos, the nice folks at blogger took your friend away. Sorry. I’d say there’s a decent chance you can find one or two other ad-driven websites floating around the web. Just try a big church site.]
I’m now closer to 40 than 16. That’s only slightly bothersome. I like my life a lot, so why should I complain about my age? I’m reasonably confident of the end game in all of this, I don’t have a time traveling Delorean, and we’re not promised tomorrow anyway. Today is what we got, and that’s enough for me.