A Movie Star and a Florist Go to a Funeral…

Rorshach tests are supposed to tell us all kinds of things about our psychological condition. I find what we think is funny does a much better job.

I thought about this recently as I was reading Lauren Bacall’s first autobiography. (We’ve been watching the B&B movies, I’ve had the book on the shelf for a while, what are you gonna do?) Bogart had died, they’d just had the funeral, Bacall had told everyone to make contributions to the American Cancer Society in lieu of flowers. A large group of friends came back to her house after the funeral, and the telegrams are pouring in.

Guilt and Chanel No. 5

I am not the target audience for Gilmore Girls.

Gilmore Girls was on the WB, was ostensibly about a mother/daughter (Lorelei/Rory) who were best friends, and had a lot of talking. A lot of talking. Enough talking to make Aaron Sorkin look terse. Scripts for the show were famously 50% longer than any other show on TV because there was SO. MUCH. TALKING.

All of that means the target audience was a third to half my age and a different gender.

And yet, were I to have to choose between my heretofore favorite comedy (the first five years of Cheers) and GG for the infamous desert island, I would be hard-pressed to pick.

This Is How Much God Loved the World. Dude.

This week’s laugh-out-loud moment, courtesy of the Babylon Bee.

I’ll just note a few differences and/or comments.

  • Around 121CC, we call the NASB the Ross Sawyers Memorial Bible.
  • The ESV is known around here as the Eager Seminarian Version for obvious reasons, but Elect Standard Version works, too.
  • We call The Message the Dude Bible because, years ago, a guy in our Sunday School class said that if you said “Dude!” after every passage, it seemed to fit. He always did, and it always did.