MB is on a shoot at the Crystal Cathedral. Some kind of 3-day dealio where prominent Christians are being interviewed for …. I still don’t know yet ….. by ….. uhm, I still don’t know yet. Clearly, they are being filmed which makes me assume that someone at some point will watch what’s being filmed. And unless they are just talking to themselves, muttering soliloquies, someone is interviewing them. MB called me last night with a few of the names: George Foreman, with or without his grill; Kathy Ireland (poor MB, how will he manage, what a hardship, boo hoo hoo); Robert Schuller, pastor of the Crystal Cathedral and one of my least favorite Christians ever, but hey, they didn’t ask me; and, in stark contrast to the ridiculousness of Mr. Be (Happy) Attitudes (a book by Schuller about the beatitudes), Mr. Chuck Colson. MB loves Chuck Colson, reads his books. A really smart public Christian. Great life story. Fascinating.
So I’m not worried that Kathy Ireland will sweep him off his feet. I’m worried he’ll run off with Chuck Colson.
There are at least 20 people to be interviewed over the next 3 days. George H. W. Bush was supposed to be there, but now that’s up in the air.
So that means I’m here. Home alone. I’m concerned because, as we know, when I’m alone, I act out like a bad dog. I’m prone to panda rage; I move large pieces of furniture until they’re stuck at the top of the stairs; I eat eyeballs; and write heated running commentaries on classic Christmas specials.
I just thought I needed to tell you that, basically, I’m not sure I can be trusted with blogging right now. Mentally and emotionally, I am about 5 years old for the next three days.
Beware.