It's Valentine's Day; underneath the veneer of commercialism that has people convinced this is a greeting card holiday instead of the actual pagan tradition that it is, people all over are putting in a lot of effort and resources to express their love, secure in the knowledge that people to whom they give attention today can be totally disregarded for the rest of the year.
I think it's a bizarre trick of our imperfect brains that, while facing adversity, we forget the way we triumphed over past adversities. We can triumph again.
It hadn't occurred to me that some people are refusing to watch the Winter Olympics to protest Russia's anti-gay laws. I don't know that either move is very effective; not watching the Olympics isn't likely to change Russian law, and throwing gays into prison isn't known for discouraging homosexual behavior.
Shia LaBeouf recently appeared on the red carpet premiere of his latest movie with his head in a paper bag that read "I'm not famous any more." Ironically, while his very public train wreck meltdown is getting a lot of attention, I know nothing about the movie.
The rapper Drake tweeted about being upset that he was bumped off the cover of the latest Rolling Stone in favor of the late Philip Seymour Hoffman. Don't worry, Drake, I seriously doubt he can upstage you again.
An Alabama high school senior faces disciplinary measures after posting a picture of herself next to a cadaver during a field trip to a biology department at a local university. Not only was there a policy in effect to prohibit recording devices, but the students were directly instructed not to take pictures with the cadavers. I just find it bizarre that they had to be that specific.
Have you seen the reports that dolphins are deliberately going after puffer fish to get high off their toxin? I'm going to be watching those Flipper reruns a little more closely now.
An after-hours, adults-only pajama party featuring jello wrestling, pillow fights, and "tasteful nudity" was recently thrown at a children's entertainment facility in Long Island, New York. Several parents have promised never to return, for fear that their children will be contaminated by any adult bodily fluids hat may still be on the premises. Never mind the stupidity of choosing that venue for such an event, I suspect none of these boycotting parents have ever been inside one of those snot, urine, and stool-filled rubber ball pits in kids' restaurants all over the country.
And now, a message that may or may not be directed to anyone in particular: even if you can fit into your wife's yoga pants, we don't need to know it, let alone, see it.
Agape' -- P
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