It’s a lovely Friday. Esteban is coming home from Banff tomorrow night. I’m wearing shorts to work. I took some allergy medicine last night so I slept wonderful restful druggie sleep smack in the middle of the bed. My hair is behaving. It’s a wonderful day.
Last night, when I put my dinner leftovers (mozzarella garlic tortellini with mushrooms and marinara sauce, if you must know) in the fridge, apparently, I didn’t fight the overcrowded fridge nearly enough and the leftovers didn’t allow the door to close. And it stayed like that all night. Thus, I must clean out the fridge today and throw away countless items of food. And I’m not even upset about it. I’m somewhat actually looking forward to it.
That’s how lovely of a Friday it is.
Also, yesterday I actually got to sing sounds at my vocal lesson. I did ‘MEE’ and ‘ZEE’ and ‘LOO’ and ‘UH’. Next week, we’re moving on to actual words. I’m hoping that we will get to full sentences before she moves to the ‘Acia’ country. Also, she made me tape the lesson and I listened to the tape as I was driving home. The similarities between my voice and that of a mating cat are striking. My money has been well spent.
This weekend will be the opening of ‘Planet of the Apes’ and I’m certain that everyone is very excited about that, but have you considered the true victims of this movie?
What about Donnie Wahlberg, of New Kids on the Block fame? Can you imagine what it’s like for Donnie to see his brother with all of this success. I would think he’d be bitter. After all, it was Donnie who was the golden boy. Donnie who was in the big boy band of the late 80’s/early 90’s. I would think that there would be a lot of sibling rivalry in his family, with it’s nine children and for Donnie to finally rise above and be the hot rock star must have been quite wonderful for him. Then to suddenly have that taken away when Marky Mark became a rap thing, an exercise video purveyor, a gay poster boy, a famed owner of a large unit. It was Marky Mark who got to rub his naked body on Julianne Moore’s naked body. It was Marky Mark who is all buddy buddy with George Clooney. It was Marky Mark who got to wear a freakishly huge prosthetic penis. And now it’s Marky Mark who’s following in the footsteps of Charleton Heston and pursuing his dream of losing the ‘y’ in ‘Marky’.
My heart pours out to Donnie. I can only imagine: Donnie performing his NKOTB moves in front of the mirror on his closet, working up a sweat in his frustration. Donnie receiving scripts that had been turned down by his brother. Wallowing in his mediocrity, he’d go to the zoo and sit with the chimpanzees, mumbling under his breath ‘Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!’ and scowling at the one he named ‘Dr. Cornelius’. The monkeys would throw orange rinds and feces at him through the bars. Donnie would then go and hide behind the Nocturnals house and cry into his faded zippered Members Only jacket.
Remember Donnie in your hearts, people. That’s all I’m saying.
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