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.
Leaving aside that the whole Crystal Catherdral (not just Robert Schuller and his cloned son) creep me out…….I’m still dying to know who the “obscure” group is you got the CD of on Christmas. (See comments, December 31st post)
For some reason, that warning has me picturing you running around the house in footy pajamas and pigtails, waiting for the babysitter to come over. 🙂
Crystal Cathedral was a trackball arcade game in the 80’s, wasn’t it? You controlled a teddy bear in the dunce cap and scrolled around dodging various tall perils. I preferred “Q-bert” myself.
‘Fly, the only thing I associate with the Crystal Cathedral is that when it popped up on the TV it meant that cartoons were over on Sunday morning and I should be getting ready for church.
CV — Hahaha! I take my obscure Christian cheesiness to the grave!!
Kate P — That’s pretty close. I wish I had some feety pajamas. Do they make them for adults?
NF — What?? You’ve never seen Robert Schuller’s Hour of Power?? I am agog.
Yes, they still do make footies for adults! I’d love to wear them myself but I don’t think my husband would appreciate it (even though he hates my cold feet when I first get to bed!).
My friends who grew up in Northern New Jersey would joke about the “Mount Olive Hour of Power” program but, um, I think that had a bit more SOUL than Schuller’s, if you know what I mean.
I’m an adult reclamation project. My childhood knowledge of all things church began with Davey and ended with Goliath.