Here's what I never want to witness again, ever.
Standing in line this morning at Dunkin' Donuts, waiting to get my coffee. (But no doughnuts, believe it or not, only because I had just bought really good bread at the farmer's market about a half-hour before.)
"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" is playing on their piped music.
Teeny-bopper cashier #1 says to teeny-bopper cashier #2: "Do you know who this is?"
Teeny-bopper cashier #2 says: "No, should I?"
Teeny-bopper cashier #1: "It's Cyndi Lauper."
Teeny-bopper cashier #2: "Who?"
Meanwhile, I'm standing behind the counter, ready to kill myself.
Just yesterday, I said to someone that I really don't care anymore what happens with Elian Gonzalez. Keep him here, send him home, call me apathetic, but I'm tired of hearing about it.
Well. I still feel that way, but for some reason, I'm very sad at how it happened. The video of them storming the house and racing him into the van is quite ugly, even if it was all done according to standard operating procedures. The fact that he was clearly happy to be back with his father won't make up for that semi-automatic weapon in his face.
But it should have happened a long time ago. If it were an American kid that some other country was keeping, we'd have gone to war with them by now. The fact that we don't like Castro doesn't mean we get to keep a kid from his father, who by all accounts was extremely close to his son.
I'm actually kind of glad it happened today, though, because it's been good background noise while I work on my paper. I tend to get much more distracted in total silence that I do with a little activity going on around me. This story, where they have basically been repeating the same thing over and over until something new happens every couple of hours, has been perfect "white noise" for me, and I'm now on page 13. (I have to get to page 20 by tomorrow, so I have enough time to actually make it make sense by Thursday, which is when it's due.)
The other thing all this makes me think about is why Janet Reno has never gotten a decent hairstyle. I mean, there has to be somebody around that could say, "You know, maybe if you had a haircut that didn't look like a man's, someone other than Will Ferrell would play you on SNL." Everybody has a friend who can say stuff like that to them.
A big congratulations to my dear old (in the length-of-time-known sense, not the age sense) friend Christopher of Days of Naze, who has premiered his own domain with a fascinating look at his name. Welcome to the club, Christopher!
In other meta news, I have two other journals I want to point out to you, who I found because they entered my Oscar contest. They are Katie of The Bathroom Diaries, who is a Connecticut native living in Australia, and Words Diminish by Dora, who has also become a favorite of Melissa.
Go read them, because God knows I don't have time to, but I do anyway, so I'm betting they're worth the time you don't have either too.
Ummm... right. What I said.
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