no, no, no ... it's a movie

i only have a minute ... and far be it for me to use that minute to defend dubya, but here goes ...

i read a headline this afternoon that asks if “Revenge of the Sith” is anti-bush.

if he looked any more like greedo, then obviously, yeah. it is. however! they have totally different snouts. here's the meat of the article:

“The Ottawa Sun asked Christensen [the actor who plays Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader] if the flick ‘takes metaphoric shots at the war-mongering politics of U.S. presidents Richard Nixon and the two George Bushes...’”

the actor, who clearly doesn't research his roles, said "absolutely."

honestly, i don’t think christensen is old enough to remember this, but the fourth part of the series was released 20 years ago. it’s called: "Star Wars: a New Hope." starring roles were given to mark hamil, harrison ford, carrie fischer, and a big hairy guy. (no, not him … the other one.)

how can anyone over the age of 12 not remember this movie? and! how can they be chosen to star in its prequel if they don’t?

part 4 opens in the throes of war. luke skywalker wants to fight in it. the rebels vs. the empire. does any of this ring a bell? what, then, does logic tell us happened before the start of the movie?

what? someone started a war?!

you’re kidding.

sadly, not everything is about the republicans … then again, i don’t yet know what a Sith is.

farewell, mort! i'll miss you.

i fear that with this posting, mort will disappear. which saddens me, really. didn't anyone else think he was funny? what's wrong with you people? i laughed myself to tears during the hour it took to get a decent picture of my caller ID and subsequently figure out the magic of hello to post it. i say "magic" and you think, "wow, hello must be a dream to use." the reality is that i don't often post pictures simply because i can't figure out how i managed it in the first place ... and the so-called help screens are the opposite of what they claim to be. i've tried and tried and tried to post a picture of my water heater, and the software keeps having endless "conversations" with god knows what or who ... but then it gets upset with me when i try to interrupt. from now on i guess i'll just use flickr. i have a few pictures there, and from what i remember it never did anything to offend my ultra delicate sensibilities, so i'll try it again. not that i have a camera worthy of the effort. ah well ... who knows ... maybe mort will stick around a little longer.

honestly, i don't have anything witty, creative, informative, or even the least bit interesting to say. and, as you can tell by the date of my last posting, haven't had anything witty, creative, informative, or even the least bit interesting to say for a month. i'm only writing today to stop the argument going on in my last post. so there.

now to the question of why i haven't been missing ... i have it narrowed it down to two possibilities:

#1: i have severe writer's block. the evening news had been my main source of inspiration ... at least until i posted and immediately unposted a completely tasteless bit inspired by the terri schiavo case, having decided that i had no business commenting on nationally-debated news stories and should stick to the stuff no one hears about. it was at that unfortunate point that i reached my tolerance level for stupid people. do i really want to write about how much of a freak i think michael jackson is or how society only suffers with the announcement of britney's "confinement?" no. you already know that. i could actually give you my reactions to the pope's death, but it would be all sad and insightful, and would end with a lashing out at news coverage for spending hours upon hours asking doctors how much longer he could live without kidney function and counting down his final moments rather than remembering and celebrating his inspiring life and legacy. the only thing missing was dick clark.

#2: i'm dead. it's hard to tell the difference, i know, between living jody and dead jody. there are subtle differences like breathing, eating, response to stimuli ... when i ran my knee into a filing cabinet this morning, it hurt. that's a pretty good sign that i'm alive. i'm positive, however, that i'm not "undead." if that were the case, aaron would have flown up to shoot me in the head by now. he's been here inside a month, and neither did he shoot me, nor did i try to rip him in half at the abdomen. can you blame our mother for being proud? i can think of plenty of times as a kid, adolescent, and moments-younger-than-i-am-right-now-adult when i've tried to rip aaron in half; and i'm sure there have been plenty of times when he's wanted to shoot me in the head with all forms of random projectiles. that's just what it means to be family.

whew! this has really worn me out ... i better go take a nap.

see ya next month!

grave danger: "is there another kind?"

stop! put it down and back away ... slowly ... slowly ... good. very good.

you're welcome. you had no idea, but i just saved your life. from what? that thin mint you were about to eat ... that do-si-do ... that tagalong ... that samoa. i bet you didn't realize that girl scout cookies aren't salads. neither are they fruit nor vitamins.

i know! it's shocking! but it gets better ...

as it turns out, girl scout cookies are, in fact, tiny bits of sugary goodness filled with trans-fats and empty calories.

and because they're only sold once a year, they're a perfect target for the obesity police.

how can a respected and respectable organization like the girl scouts hawk mini heart attacks that taste best when they're frozen? how can little girls justify selling pure evil door-to-door in and effort to support a club that teaches them manners, solidarity, and important life skills such as patch sewing, fire-building, and *gasp* cookie baking? they must be destroyed.

i admit it ... even i have sold girl scout cookies. but i was young and left out of the "ulterior motive" loop.

girl scouts have been selling cookies for more than 50 years. i bet that's the reason our nation is the heaviest in the world. i'm positive it has nothing to do with 99-cent double cheeseburgers at mcdonald's ... it has to be the overpriced cookies that everyone buys a box of once a year. i don't care who you are. yesterday, melissa told me that she bought two boxes and doesn't even like them. why did she buy them? because mike's daughter was selling them and she wanted to help her beat the girl who sold the most last year.

let's face it. the true girl scout cookie era came to an end with the death of trefoils. that's a fact.

so, why do we continue to buy? well, for the same reason that melissa does: it's a competition; because everyone at the office has a daughter, and you don't want to leave anyone out; because it's your civic duty; because they're just so cute standing outside the grocery store. will you eat all the cookies you end up with before they go stale? of course not. will you care? of course not.
one solution to this apparently rampant problem is to ask the scouts to sell key chains on an annual basis. i have a keychain. i've been using it for 4 years. i imagine i'll need a new one in 2017.

the idea i'd like to propose is a meeting. with nabisco. how do they sell gazillions of oreo's each year without being told that they should rethink its ingredients and turn it into a zipper pull?

seriously, think of how much healthier our nation would be, not to mention how much thinner, if nilla wafers were dryer sheets, nutter butters were clothes pins, fig newtons were fly swatters, and oreo's were zipper pulls. just ask lands' end ... they may be choking hazards, but they have almost no sugar.