Could these be end times?
Awards. I’m so sorry to say that the Hollyweird awards season is upon us. The first of these cavalcades of perversity, the Golden Globes, aired on Sunday (the Lord’s Day!!). I had to force myself to watch this drivel so that I am keenly aware of how to pray for our nation. It was truly a struggle. First of all, I thought that the writers’ strike ended, yet the scripting for this event was heinous. I mean, it all may be filth, but at least make it interesting. Secondly, certain awards seemed unseemly. Why create a new award for Stand-Up Comic Programs, then have the show led by a stand-up comic who was not having his best night? Worse yet, the award went to Brother Ricky Gervais, who famously eviscerated the Golden Globes a few years earlier as the host. I was flummoxed. Then, the usual display of fabrics woven into alleged fashion ran the gamut from tasteful to “Lord-help-us-all-but-what-was-that?” My main takeaway is that I need to host this affair next year. I can bring modesty fabric for those who over-reveal, and I promise to be more entertaining than anything I saw this year. Let us pray.
Anderson. One last thing about the outfits on display at the Gold Globulars. Did you get a good look at Sister Gillian Anderson’s dress? It all appeared to be old Hollywood glamour in virginal white. But I got a closer look, thanks to my new HDTV. (I can see botox injection marks now, for God’s sake!) The skirt of that voluminous frock was embroidered with a repeating pattern of geometry which looked oddly like something my gynecologist sees during an exam. What was she trying to say? She’s looking for a gift of tongues? She likes cats? She drives a Vulvo? I guess it’s just something she snatched off the rack without closer inspection. Disgusting.
Alaska. The future of my foreign missions hangs in the balance these days. I can’t drive my Rambler to ALL the places I need to be, so some mission trips will require air travel. Yet, there are more and more in-fight issues as of late, which give me pause. The latest is another blow to the Boeing company. I never like to sit in an exit row in case that exit door is faulty. So, I grab a window seat near the rear of the airplane for a place to rest my head. Apparently, Boeing likes to put a door where a door doesn’t need to be, as was evidenced last week on an Alaska Airlines flight when a false door near the back of the plane blew out midair. Fortunately, no one was sitting next to that particular window seat, or else this story would have much more grave consequences. All I can say is, the next time I’m resting my head against a window on a 737, I’m checking for air leaks. I’d hate to lose my peanuts AND my wig mid-flight. Somebody at the factory wasn’t as riveted to their work as they should have been, correct?
