Good grief, when did I become a quasi-workaholic?
Did seven hours at the Superintendent's today, now am buckling down to a night of preparation (for tomorrow afternoon's faux interview) and proofing (of a document that is almost a ream of paper, but who's counting?).
Then there's the little matter of a comedy show on Sunday, but that's just eons away in 1559 Pierce Avenue time. Sheesh!
Busy beats nothing to do, that's for certain, but I am out of "fun" time for the foreseeable. That's not good.
And did you hear the supposed latest from Pat Robertson? Wherein he blames Ellen Degeneres' moral degeneracy for everything from 9-11 to Hurricane Katrina?
God must have a terrible aim, for he took out a lot more than New Orleans from last account. Is Robertson suggesting God can't smote straight? (Uh-oh, that could be trouble.)
Must be a hoax..... right? No one is that off their rocker, are they?
Perhaps I need to revamp my Crackpot Christian Hall of Fame to reflect achievement above and beyond the usual, some sort of Christian Crackpot on Crack Award or something.
That needs work, this I know. But for now, I have paying work to do, and that trumps comedy for now.
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Robertson claims that Katrina's ire is due to the selection of Ellen DeGeneres to host the Emmy Awards.
Must be God preferred Billy Crystal or Keven Costner.
And you're right, God's aim must be off terribly because, even though he was angry about gays (per Robertson), the vast majority of the French Quarter and predominantly gay-lesbian areas were virtually dry and undamaged. Not to mention the fact that the Emmy's aren't even held in New Orleans.
Can you see God, sitting up there going "SONOFABITCH, they got ELLEN DEGENERES to host the Emmys. I'm gonna flood New Orleans -- that'll learn 'em!"
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