voodoo--you do?
sunday, february 10, 2002
you know. when i'm in the midst of a stressful week, it's wonderful to imagine getting a mini-retreat dogsitting for my friend angela. i'll imagine the movies i'll watch, the naps i'll take, the books i'll read, the food i'll eat..
and then it happens, and all i end up doing is watch once bitten, cheesy vampire jim carrey movie, fast and the furious, which should have been entitled point break 2 for the blatant plot theft, and a 2-hour e! true hollywood story on tonya harding..
it was actually sad seeing the last clip of tonya where she says: "you have to go on living, because life is the most precious thing there is" in the most unconvincing tone of voice. it seemed, more than ever, to be one of those lame token "feel better" phrases a person tries to tell themselves over and over again, hoping it rubs off.
the guy who whacked kerrigan's knee is sanctimoniously saying how he's 'reconsidered' and sees it as a vile act SHE made him do. whatever. he's working as a "personal trainer" now.
yeah. kerrigan's knee being whacka-whacka'd was a bad thing. i'm not convinced, 8 years later, that harding was in on the plan, but whatever. she's what--mid to late 20s? and more ostracized than o.j. .. heh. kerrigan/harding is one of those weird, polarizing things. while i disagreed with the knee-whacka thing, i'm in harding's camp on pure anti-emotion.
there are enough people who cheered kerrigan on anyway. she always seemed creepy to me, but maybe that's just me. i just get very anti when people continuously refer to a woman as a fairy princess come to life. i get all "oh yeah? well here's to all not-pretty people with not a single artistic bone in their body and naturally bad hair who make it almost to the top anyway!" .. heh.
it was most creepy watching sports people do what they could to gloss over the fact that harding was actually a pretty good skater (she skated to the jurassic park theme! lol! so appropriate!!) and won quite a few things.
er. need i get into this, 8 years after it happened? i think not. see? another mis-spent 10 minutes.
i did some laundry.. made some bread in the bread machine.. watched some olympic games.. played with the dog (it's way too much fun covering the dog up with a blanket and then tease him with the squeaky toy--hee! i'm evil).. read sasha's love bites sex column.. listened to some tori cds.. i did take a nap.. and the weekend is practically over. hrmph!
a friend sent me a forward.. which happens rarely since i can't stand the untrimmed things most of the time, but i liked this one.. it featured actual things said in courtrooms, as taken from court reports. this is my favourite exchange:
Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the
occult?
A: We both do.
Q: Voodoo?
A: We do.
Q: You do?
A: Yes, voodoo.
where's david bowie in white tights and silly wig when you need him?
anyway. i may not have done all the things i planned to, and my head ache is a tell-tale sign that i haven't rested half as much as i wanted to, but did i have fun? most definitely. :) cin cin! �� 11:59 p.m.
