you learn something new every day

i always semi-proudly tell people that ‘i don’t watch the news.’ but thanks to all my social medianess (blogs, twitter, facebook and the like), i *do* end up getting most of the day’s news anyway. so i will assume you guys will end up seeing this crazy ass video where this iraqi journalist throws his shoes at president bush during a press conference.

i was shocked to learn the following things about myself and the world as i watched this.

1. i was genuinely scared for president bush. as much as i also genuinely loathe the guy, i don’t want to see him killed or horribly hurt. fall down, choke on a pretzel, that’s got some humor value. but really crazily hurt? not funny. even if it won’t impact our government in that he’s only got a few weeks left, don’t want to see the guy dead.*

2. the guy’s got some fucking reflexes. he just fucking ducks with no effort. those shoes come right at his head, and he just seemingly effortlessly gets out of the way — twice. i can see the athlete in him.

3. 1+2 = funny. once he’s not hurt and i’ve watched it a couple of times, i find it pretty fucking funny. the whole thing. the fact that someone’s throwing shoes at him and that he’s getting out of the way and i don’t know. i’m the type of person who laughs her ass off when she’s nervous. or right afterward.

4. it was pretty weird to know that people are still not immune to stuff. i mean, that dude was right there and who knows what he could have done, you know? he got two shoes off before anyone did anything.

5. on the other hand, realistically, even if they both hit him square in the face, how much damage would a shoe do?

6. what is going to happen to that dude? yipes.

7. on the other hand, wise to note that people are still PISSSSEEED. i don’t think that should go unnoticed.

8. i can’t believe they won’t have a dedicated news channel to just running that video 24 hours a day.

9. i reserve the right to add to this list.

*of course it would have a negative impact on our government as a whole if our president gets whacked at ANY time, but it’s not like cheney would get to rule the land for any amount of time, you know?

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my … hand … won’t … write

i have the hardest time making my hand write the 8 in “08.” my brain knows it’s ’08. i think ’08. it’s not like i forget. but, my hand physically doesn’t want to write the eight. i don’t know why. it wants to write the seven, or even a nine. i don’t know why it resists the eight. maybe i need to ditch my fancy font and try to start making figure eights. i don’t know. but i’m not the only one who’s having this problem. others are talking about it, too. i wonder what’s up with that.

dreams

okay. here’s how you know you are new to this blog: you have no idea that i am obsessed with M*A*S*H and/or alan alda. i am. so, we’ve gotten that out of the way.

i watched the reruns with my father before dinner for years. and since then, if it’s an option on the tv, it’ll take a real challenge to beat it out on my remote control.

i can opine about the show for hours, probably. i should probably get a master’s degree in something so that i can write a thesis on M*A*S*H. really. anyway, all of that is to say that i love the show and know a bit about it without being super obsessive (like some simpsons/star trek/seinfeld fans) — i don’t know rank and serial number of each character, and shit like that. i’m more obsessed with the ideas and theories of the show and the character studies. that sort of thing.

so. there’s always been one episode that has haunted me (literally) in several ways. one, because it was really fucking frightening. i distinctly remember some really freaky scenes from it — it seems like it really impressed on my small childhood brain. (and people wonder why i don’t see horror/thriller/slasher/scary/violent movies. duh.) but the other reason is that even though i have seen the show in reruns many times over (going from the beginning of the show to the end of the show, including the 2 1/2 hour season finale) — i have never seen this episode again.

i found out today that it is called “dreams.” it was originally aired february 18, 1980. it was the 22nd episode in the 8th season. given that date, i *may* have seen it the first time — i would have been nearly 6 years old.

anyway, i remember things like margaret in a bloody wedding dress, something going really wrong with father mulcahy’s sermon and something to do with someone missing an arm. and i would ask people about this episode and NO ONE knew what the fuck i was talking about. no one*. probably because they’ve never seen it aired. god knows i never have.

*it’s like kalaka. i’ve been asking people about this fucking thing for years. it was this public service announcement in wisconsin in the 70’s for carpooling. it showed noah’s ark and these animals and they said the word for carpooling was “kalaka.” and i totally remember this and NO ONE ELSE does. well check THIS, bitches! someone put it on urban dictionary. thank god. i can’t figure out how to email this woman, though. and of course, she’s from milwaukee, yo. good times.

man, this is my day of validation. sweet.