Kathleen From The Bronx
09-23-2007, 08:00 PM
Dear Ron and Fez Shooow,
On Friday's show you guys talked about so much that was funny, so much that was interesting to me.... I know, as usual...as usual...... but I gotta tell yez, the discussion that that hit me so hard, that I've been preoccupied with it now for days... was based off a question that Ronnie posed. If given the opportunity, would you choose just one moment of brilliance, or a lifetime of consistent successful mediocrity? As Ronnie B. put it, would ya rather be, "A king for a day or a schmuck for a lifetime...not knowin shit from Shinola..."
I loved that question because I've thought about it so much before in the past...not exactly in those words, of course..... but I want the one moment..... I know that I would choose the one occasion of pure brilliance over lifelong, "ehhh pretty decent....OK over all.." I feel certain that I would... I want a moment of genius, COME ON already!!! Ohhh. I'm also fuckin impatient...Sorry for the outburst....I'd love and appreciate it even if it was just a lightning flash that wouldn't last.... a one time deal..... I'm tellin you.....
See, I've already done the mediocre route to death...... If you rewound the movie of my life to any point... saaaay, "the school years," for instance....you are not gonna find some nun tellin my moms, "That daughter of yours is a prodigy!" I'm pretty sure the words you'd hear would be along the lines...some variety of, "underachiever." You know, if I wanna look at that interval in time with some kinda silver-lining revisionism, I suppose I could consider, "Well that's nice of them, they thought I had the potential to do better," but man... whatever wit that.... cause I just remember thinking that they just had nooo idea how much I fuckin hated that all that shit.....fuckin algebra II- trig! "They're lucky I'm doin even that much," I'd say to myself..... Awww...lookatcha lil bad-attitude-face!
Well, that's just ramblin there.. that's not really the point....Ehh, don't want to give the total wrong impression here, I've worked hard at things in my life when they've been very important to me..... OK here's what I'm sayin......
Ron spoke about Harper Lee's, To Kill a Mockingbird.... how after he read it as a kid, he felt changed...."The world felt different to me after reading this book," and then continuing on he demonstrated the shift in outlook...the change, realizing... "Maybe I have greatness in me....and even if not I can recognize greatness....feels like your no longer sleepwalking.... and.... you'll find other people who are alive...you'll find other people who are awake..." I mean, that explanation right there was just beautiful to me... It makes a whole lot of sense too when I think of it.....
I've had such experiences through books and music and art and so many other people's strokes of genius that have literally changed my perspective... A work like that for me personally was Kesey's, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...... I read that in High School and felt like, "THIS is something, this is great..." I can't describe it much differently so I will simply echo that I felt changed...I just loved it... and as much as I loved it and felt moved that way... I STILL managed to write one real, sub-par, half-assed paper on it for class..... Man..... Well anyway... Someone brought up John Kennedy Toole's, A Confederacy of Dunces (another in the singular moment of brilliance type vein); this was another book that just blew me away....and to quote Ignatius Reilly, it changed, "my worldview." I'm just gonna say it real quick so nobody gets all weirded out, but gettin into The Ron and Fez Show years ago did it for me tooo....Diggin it and listenin to the greatness and funniness, I was changed..... Just sayin! And do not think for a second like this is ass-kissin...You can squash that thought right now... I mean, why else do you think I'd be writing yez these never-ending emails for so long now??? Wise up, will yeh??!!
(Sidenote, I realize I am no good at tellin people the nice stuff I think of em, it always comes off a.. umm.. little defensive....like I'm yelling....or vaguely threatening.... hmmmm...not brilliant...)
So after that conversation on Friday afternoon, I just kept thinking about it....I would absolutely choose one intense stroke of brilliant creativity over a lifetime of doin aiight... I imagine that to have that fleeting stage, no matter how temporary, would have to be so fantastic and gratifying... even to KNOW that you had and you could never keep it forever... Though personally it would not last, what if that one time deal could reverberate in some way like as in the way that Ronnie brought it up....having been changed....
I believe it might be one of the best, strongest sensations in the world, to perhaps spark a similar moment for others.... What if something you did, thought or created, if only once, could cause such a reaction in others? Dig is what..... I think of this story I heard in an interview once.... I can't remember the quote exactly..... so I'll intentionally keep it all cloudy....
Once in this interview that I watched, a songwriter from a band that I loved spoke of one night in London... He was just sittin around drinking bottles of wine... suddenly ideas flooded over him like never before and he wrote on anything he could grab....scrawling on scraps of paper, tablecloths, napkins.....He furiously wrote and the products were some of the most loved songs in this band's history...all in one night.. He said that he'd never had a night so prolific...and, "I'll never have one like that again.." Now a comment like that may seem tinged with sadness, "I'll never have that again," but at least he knew that he had it one time, and that the songs he wrote, there in particular, have touched peoples' lives in such a way that they may have altered their very direction and path.....like say...maybe those words resonated so loudly that people up and decided to follow a band around for twenty years.... Maybe if he knows that people feel as one of my friends once said, " those songs are prayers and ones that gives me more comfort than most I have heard in a church..." and possibly that sentiment would make that one moment in time even more perfect....
It just occurs to me now as I'm straggling along here.... that if a song was to be an allegory for life...... The song could be good but nothing spectacular until one perfect, brilliant line..... and that one brilliant lyric could transform the entire song....... It would be worth it.
I would choose the moment of brilliance even if no one ever noticed it but me...... though I couldn't guarantee that I would not explode in some dance hall like Barton Fink did after completing his great work and some sailor wanted to cut in with the dame his was dancing with... I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't erupt like Fink with, "I'm a writer celebrating the completion of something good!!! Do you understand that, sailor????!! .......I'm a writer, you monsters!!! I CREATE!!! I create for a living!!! I create! I'm a creator! I am a creator!!!!" You can rest assured that I still might sputter, bewildered in my boss' office, "I... I tried to show you.... something beautiful......Something about all of us..... I......" You know? Yeah... Even after any moment of deep inspiration I'm pretty sure that I'll still be prone to over-emotional conniptions.... I'll still pray for the flash of genius though...Maybe I gots more to offer than me typical drunken late-night rants..... I HOPE! Maybe I could stop bringin up John Turturro roles for five freakin minutes....
Speaking of prayer and church and the like.... I didn't see Survivor China the other night that you guys talked about...Yes were sayin that upon arrival at an ancient Buddhist temple, the Survivors took part in some kind of traditional welcome ceremony. One of the Surviviors, a Christian radio talk show host, ran out of the ceremony and was crying because of it...something like, "I’m a believer in Jesus Christ and in the Bible it said thou shall not bow down to any other god!" She felt that bowing repeatedly in front of the Buddha was too much like an act of worship for her..... This sparked your discussion on if yez would take part in the ceremonies of religions that were not your own......... Yeah, I would... I have no problem with that... One reason might be that I don't' go to church anymore anyway.... but besides that...... I was raised Catholic and I know that my grandmother said that we definitely were not supposed to set foot in any other.... At this point I've visited all kinds of churches and synagogues and temples.....but the first time that I did set foot in another denomination's church wasn't until I was fifteen and went to the funeral of my friend's father at a Presbyterian church all the way downtown.... I did have a faint sense that I wasn't supposed to be goin in there, just due to what grandma used to say........but I didn't feel like I'd be struck by a bolt of lightning or anything..... What really struck me in fact, was that their Presbyterian pews had lil doors on each entrance into em... and the seats has red velvety cushions on them as well! Comfortable, cozy! So different than what I was used to.....
I know that I have mentioned in the past that the church my family attended around the corner from our building was built as a replica of the boat that St. Brendan the navigator sailed in to Tir Na Nog, or to America before Columbus as some people claim...or whatever ....ya know....cept it was built outta bricks like a building, of course..... The pews and the kneelers in that church were as comfortable too as whatever hard, wooden planks people sat on in the galleys....So that was one thing... They didn't have statues of saints either, or a giant Jesus nailed to the cross over the alter.....
Ohhh it just occurs to me now that I could write a song about it all with lyrics like, "We prayed to God in a ship built from bricks," and maybe people would be like... "OOooh what does that mean??? Is that some kind of allusion that we were all sinking into despair???" not knowing that it's quite literal.... Yuck! Ew... I just smacked my own self for that....What a stupid song... I have the fuckin song-writin abilities of that doofus Dane Cook... Not brilliant!!! Not brilliant!! That reminds me....I'm not one to issue formal complaints to yez.... but PLEASE! Please stop playing his song...... I had retarded parts that you played in my head for a day..... and it was just sickening..... Please..... no more... no mas...... Oh man, but I'm digressing..... one of my top sins....
Hard Rock Johnny called in about that Survivor China episode, and said that on top of showing the Christian radio host freaking out, they infused her reaction with trippy shots, zeroing in on the faces of the golden idols of Buddha..... Ronnie said that it's not as though you couldn't portray a Catholic church with the very same trippyness....with all the statues and the stations of the cross on the church walls.... He said he remembered as a kid lookin up at the stations, "They really beat the hell outta that man!!! ....It was like a comic book!" Yeah man.... fourteen panels depicting heartbreaking scenes.....
Yeah, that's why when we'd have to say the rosary in school it always seemed better to recite the prayers to the, "joyful mysteries," than to the, "sorrowful mysteries," shown on the stations of the cross..... When I was a kid, I remember being pretty young and staring at the statues to see if they'd move a little.... One time the statue of St. Joseph was on the left side of the church instead of the right.... and though clearly it had just been rearranged, I couldn't help wondering if in the middle of the night, when no one was around maybe they had gotten up and moved... Who knows what they got into in the night with all the doors locked.... Maybe all those statues of saints got together and sat down for once in those hard pews and talked about how long the priest had gone on that day in his homily, or maybe they talked about who had shown up, like that lady that started yelling out her prayers to God after communion when you're supposed to be quietly reflecting.... Ushers had to go over to her and ask her to settle down...... Yeah.... those were dumb thoughts but I had em.... It reminds me how Ron brought up that he digs Buddhism, but couldn't get into the silent meditation, "I can't sit that long keeping thoughts to myself....I'm the only one in the meditation who's speaking out, 'Hey! you know what I fuckin HATE??!" That made me laugh.... Yeah... you and that lady that all the statues were talking about that night in the church...
Anyway, somebody called up during that topic and said that there's a Christian preacher who says that Christians should not practice yoga because it would open you up too much to Hinduism... Ron responded that maybe that's the religion for him that stresses not exercising.... "How about sit-ups?!! How do you know Satan won't jump up your ass as you're doin a sit-up!??" Well..... that's enough for me to keep on not doin sit-ups...... I mean, you people have seen that devil, all wit the horns and the pitchfork and everything?? Yeah... No thank you.
Again, I say I have digressed.... To me, I see no reason to not find out about the faiths of others.... You could be anywhere, just checkin shit out.... if you are open maybe that's when some revelation will strike.... Yes... callin back to that conversation.......
Another conversation that I really enjoyed was when everyone was talkin bout jury duty....I've never been called... but I was wondering if that was due to the fact that I neglected to report that I'd moved for about two years..... Sooooo.... yikes.... Anyway, I don't wanna..... and I kept a mental note of what Ron suggested that Pepper Hicks should do....which was to wear a t-shirt down to the courthouse that read, "Hung Jury." "Not...a...bad...plan," I jotted down..... Outta that exchange Ron admitted that when he goes down to the courthouse, the problem with him is that he wants to immediately be a judge or a lawyer..... Ron said that it's his dream to be an expert on everything, to instantly be able to do any job....He stated that he has the same problem when he visits a friend at the hospital, he feels like he could easily be a doctor....."Let me go over these charts....I'm going to order more tests..." Pepper Hicks brought up the schooling alone is too much to be a doctor.. Ron said, "See no, I couldn't complete a course, I cannot be judged." That got me thinking....That sounds like the makings of a sitcom....
What if Ron had this innovative new series based on a Judge who refused to be judged....and he wouldn't judge anyone himself..... Most trials would end with advice like, "It don't make you a bad person." Ooooh but it would probably get all fucked up and diluted by the mediocrity of the mainstream media...... They'd water it down and insist on wigs and funny glasses.... like what happened to Andy Millman on Extras with the show he created that was sposed to be like The Office..... Ron would have to storm off the set screaming, "WHAT is this dog shit!!!?? This is not how I wrote it!!!" The brilliance of it all would be crushed......
Oh shit... this doesn't even make sense.... and yet I type, and type...Board Gossip was back this Friday....Paul- O's one-word movie reviews on Friday's show were somethin new..... It occurred to me as I rambled here, that a one word message to yez might be nice, might spare you a lot of readin...... but I didn't think that I could really convey just how into it all I was.... by just sayin, "Dug." Ahhh jeeez..... Now I'll stop typing, well right after this..... Have a good week everybody....
Signed,
kathleen from the bronx :):):)
On Friday's show you guys talked about so much that was funny, so much that was interesting to me.... I know, as usual...as usual...... but I gotta tell yez, the discussion that that hit me so hard, that I've been preoccupied with it now for days... was based off a question that Ronnie posed. If given the opportunity, would you choose just one moment of brilliance, or a lifetime of consistent successful mediocrity? As Ronnie B. put it, would ya rather be, "A king for a day or a schmuck for a lifetime...not knowin shit from Shinola..."
I loved that question because I've thought about it so much before in the past...not exactly in those words, of course..... but I want the one moment..... I know that I would choose the one occasion of pure brilliance over lifelong, "ehhh pretty decent....OK over all.." I feel certain that I would... I want a moment of genius, COME ON already!!! Ohhh. I'm also fuckin impatient...Sorry for the outburst....I'd love and appreciate it even if it was just a lightning flash that wouldn't last.... a one time deal..... I'm tellin you.....
See, I've already done the mediocre route to death...... If you rewound the movie of my life to any point... saaaay, "the school years," for instance....you are not gonna find some nun tellin my moms, "That daughter of yours is a prodigy!" I'm pretty sure the words you'd hear would be along the lines...some variety of, "underachiever." You know, if I wanna look at that interval in time with some kinda silver-lining revisionism, I suppose I could consider, "Well that's nice of them, they thought I had the potential to do better," but man... whatever wit that.... cause I just remember thinking that they just had nooo idea how much I fuckin hated that all that shit.....fuckin algebra II- trig! "They're lucky I'm doin even that much," I'd say to myself..... Awww...lookatcha lil bad-attitude-face!
Well, that's just ramblin there.. that's not really the point....Ehh, don't want to give the total wrong impression here, I've worked hard at things in my life when they've been very important to me..... OK here's what I'm sayin......
Ron spoke about Harper Lee's, To Kill a Mockingbird.... how after he read it as a kid, he felt changed...."The world felt different to me after reading this book," and then continuing on he demonstrated the shift in outlook...the change, realizing... "Maybe I have greatness in me....and even if not I can recognize greatness....feels like your no longer sleepwalking.... and.... you'll find other people who are alive...you'll find other people who are awake..." I mean, that explanation right there was just beautiful to me... It makes a whole lot of sense too when I think of it.....
I've had such experiences through books and music and art and so many other people's strokes of genius that have literally changed my perspective... A work like that for me personally was Kesey's, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...... I read that in High School and felt like, "THIS is something, this is great..." I can't describe it much differently so I will simply echo that I felt changed...I just loved it... and as much as I loved it and felt moved that way... I STILL managed to write one real, sub-par, half-assed paper on it for class..... Man..... Well anyway... Someone brought up John Kennedy Toole's, A Confederacy of Dunces (another in the singular moment of brilliance type vein); this was another book that just blew me away....and to quote Ignatius Reilly, it changed, "my worldview." I'm just gonna say it real quick so nobody gets all weirded out, but gettin into The Ron and Fez Show years ago did it for me tooo....Diggin it and listenin to the greatness and funniness, I was changed..... Just sayin! And do not think for a second like this is ass-kissin...You can squash that thought right now... I mean, why else do you think I'd be writing yez these never-ending emails for so long now??? Wise up, will yeh??!!
(Sidenote, I realize I am no good at tellin people the nice stuff I think of em, it always comes off a.. umm.. little defensive....like I'm yelling....or vaguely threatening.... hmmmm...not brilliant...)
So after that conversation on Friday afternoon, I just kept thinking about it....I would absolutely choose one intense stroke of brilliant creativity over a lifetime of doin aiight... I imagine that to have that fleeting stage, no matter how temporary, would have to be so fantastic and gratifying... even to KNOW that you had and you could never keep it forever... Though personally it would not last, what if that one time deal could reverberate in some way like as in the way that Ronnie brought it up....having been changed....
I believe it might be one of the best, strongest sensations in the world, to perhaps spark a similar moment for others.... What if something you did, thought or created, if only once, could cause such a reaction in others? Dig is what..... I think of this story I heard in an interview once.... I can't remember the quote exactly..... so I'll intentionally keep it all cloudy....
Once in this interview that I watched, a songwriter from a band that I loved spoke of one night in London... He was just sittin around drinking bottles of wine... suddenly ideas flooded over him like never before and he wrote on anything he could grab....scrawling on scraps of paper, tablecloths, napkins.....He furiously wrote and the products were some of the most loved songs in this band's history...all in one night.. He said that he'd never had a night so prolific...and, "I'll never have one like that again.." Now a comment like that may seem tinged with sadness, "I'll never have that again," but at least he knew that he had it one time, and that the songs he wrote, there in particular, have touched peoples' lives in such a way that they may have altered their very direction and path.....like say...maybe those words resonated so loudly that people up and decided to follow a band around for twenty years.... Maybe if he knows that people feel as one of my friends once said, " those songs are prayers and ones that gives me more comfort than most I have heard in a church..." and possibly that sentiment would make that one moment in time even more perfect....
It just occurs to me now as I'm straggling along here.... that if a song was to be an allegory for life...... The song could be good but nothing spectacular until one perfect, brilliant line..... and that one brilliant lyric could transform the entire song....... It would be worth it.
I would choose the moment of brilliance even if no one ever noticed it but me...... though I couldn't guarantee that I would not explode in some dance hall like Barton Fink did after completing his great work and some sailor wanted to cut in with the dame his was dancing with... I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't erupt like Fink with, "I'm a writer celebrating the completion of something good!!! Do you understand that, sailor????!! .......I'm a writer, you monsters!!! I CREATE!!! I create for a living!!! I create! I'm a creator! I am a creator!!!!" You can rest assured that I still might sputter, bewildered in my boss' office, "I... I tried to show you.... something beautiful......Something about all of us..... I......" You know? Yeah... Even after any moment of deep inspiration I'm pretty sure that I'll still be prone to over-emotional conniptions.... I'll still pray for the flash of genius though...Maybe I gots more to offer than me typical drunken late-night rants..... I HOPE! Maybe I could stop bringin up John Turturro roles for five freakin minutes....
Speaking of prayer and church and the like.... I didn't see Survivor China the other night that you guys talked about...Yes were sayin that upon arrival at an ancient Buddhist temple, the Survivors took part in some kind of traditional welcome ceremony. One of the Surviviors, a Christian radio talk show host, ran out of the ceremony and was crying because of it...something like, "I’m a believer in Jesus Christ and in the Bible it said thou shall not bow down to any other god!" She felt that bowing repeatedly in front of the Buddha was too much like an act of worship for her..... This sparked your discussion on if yez would take part in the ceremonies of religions that were not your own......... Yeah, I would... I have no problem with that... One reason might be that I don't' go to church anymore anyway.... but besides that...... I was raised Catholic and I know that my grandmother said that we definitely were not supposed to set foot in any other.... At this point I've visited all kinds of churches and synagogues and temples.....but the first time that I did set foot in another denomination's church wasn't until I was fifteen and went to the funeral of my friend's father at a Presbyterian church all the way downtown.... I did have a faint sense that I wasn't supposed to be goin in there, just due to what grandma used to say........but I didn't feel like I'd be struck by a bolt of lightning or anything..... What really struck me in fact, was that their Presbyterian pews had lil doors on each entrance into em... and the seats has red velvety cushions on them as well! Comfortable, cozy! So different than what I was used to.....
I know that I have mentioned in the past that the church my family attended around the corner from our building was built as a replica of the boat that St. Brendan the navigator sailed in to Tir Na Nog, or to America before Columbus as some people claim...or whatever ....ya know....cept it was built outta bricks like a building, of course..... The pews and the kneelers in that church were as comfortable too as whatever hard, wooden planks people sat on in the galleys....So that was one thing... They didn't have statues of saints either, or a giant Jesus nailed to the cross over the alter.....
Ohhh it just occurs to me now that I could write a song about it all with lyrics like, "We prayed to God in a ship built from bricks," and maybe people would be like... "OOooh what does that mean??? Is that some kind of allusion that we were all sinking into despair???" not knowing that it's quite literal.... Yuck! Ew... I just smacked my own self for that....What a stupid song... I have the fuckin song-writin abilities of that doofus Dane Cook... Not brilliant!!! Not brilliant!! That reminds me....I'm not one to issue formal complaints to yez.... but PLEASE! Please stop playing his song...... I had retarded parts that you played in my head for a day..... and it was just sickening..... Please..... no more... no mas...... Oh man, but I'm digressing..... one of my top sins....
Hard Rock Johnny called in about that Survivor China episode, and said that on top of showing the Christian radio host freaking out, they infused her reaction with trippy shots, zeroing in on the faces of the golden idols of Buddha..... Ronnie said that it's not as though you couldn't portray a Catholic church with the very same trippyness....with all the statues and the stations of the cross on the church walls.... He said he remembered as a kid lookin up at the stations, "They really beat the hell outta that man!!! ....It was like a comic book!" Yeah man.... fourteen panels depicting heartbreaking scenes.....
Yeah, that's why when we'd have to say the rosary in school it always seemed better to recite the prayers to the, "joyful mysteries," than to the, "sorrowful mysteries," shown on the stations of the cross..... When I was a kid, I remember being pretty young and staring at the statues to see if they'd move a little.... One time the statue of St. Joseph was on the left side of the church instead of the right.... and though clearly it had just been rearranged, I couldn't help wondering if in the middle of the night, when no one was around maybe they had gotten up and moved... Who knows what they got into in the night with all the doors locked.... Maybe all those statues of saints got together and sat down for once in those hard pews and talked about how long the priest had gone on that day in his homily, or maybe they talked about who had shown up, like that lady that started yelling out her prayers to God after communion when you're supposed to be quietly reflecting.... Ushers had to go over to her and ask her to settle down...... Yeah.... those were dumb thoughts but I had em.... It reminds me how Ron brought up that he digs Buddhism, but couldn't get into the silent meditation, "I can't sit that long keeping thoughts to myself....I'm the only one in the meditation who's speaking out, 'Hey! you know what I fuckin HATE??!" That made me laugh.... Yeah... you and that lady that all the statues were talking about that night in the church...
Anyway, somebody called up during that topic and said that there's a Christian preacher who says that Christians should not practice yoga because it would open you up too much to Hinduism... Ron responded that maybe that's the religion for him that stresses not exercising.... "How about sit-ups?!! How do you know Satan won't jump up your ass as you're doin a sit-up!??" Well..... that's enough for me to keep on not doin sit-ups...... I mean, you people have seen that devil, all wit the horns and the pitchfork and everything?? Yeah... No thank you.
Again, I say I have digressed.... To me, I see no reason to not find out about the faiths of others.... You could be anywhere, just checkin shit out.... if you are open maybe that's when some revelation will strike.... Yes... callin back to that conversation.......
Another conversation that I really enjoyed was when everyone was talkin bout jury duty....I've never been called... but I was wondering if that was due to the fact that I neglected to report that I'd moved for about two years..... Sooooo.... yikes.... Anyway, I don't wanna..... and I kept a mental note of what Ron suggested that Pepper Hicks should do....which was to wear a t-shirt down to the courthouse that read, "Hung Jury." "Not...a...bad...plan," I jotted down..... Outta that exchange Ron admitted that when he goes down to the courthouse, the problem with him is that he wants to immediately be a judge or a lawyer..... Ron said that it's his dream to be an expert on everything, to instantly be able to do any job....He stated that he has the same problem when he visits a friend at the hospital, he feels like he could easily be a doctor....."Let me go over these charts....I'm going to order more tests..." Pepper Hicks brought up the schooling alone is too much to be a doctor.. Ron said, "See no, I couldn't complete a course, I cannot be judged." That got me thinking....That sounds like the makings of a sitcom....
What if Ron had this innovative new series based on a Judge who refused to be judged....and he wouldn't judge anyone himself..... Most trials would end with advice like, "It don't make you a bad person." Ooooh but it would probably get all fucked up and diluted by the mediocrity of the mainstream media...... They'd water it down and insist on wigs and funny glasses.... like what happened to Andy Millman on Extras with the show he created that was sposed to be like The Office..... Ron would have to storm off the set screaming, "WHAT is this dog shit!!!?? This is not how I wrote it!!!" The brilliance of it all would be crushed......
Oh shit... this doesn't even make sense.... and yet I type, and type...Board Gossip was back this Friday....Paul- O's one-word movie reviews on Friday's show were somethin new..... It occurred to me as I rambled here, that a one word message to yez might be nice, might spare you a lot of readin...... but I didn't think that I could really convey just how into it all I was.... by just sayin, "Dug." Ahhh jeeez..... Now I'll stop typing, well right after this..... Have a good week everybody....
Signed,
kathleen from the bronx :):):)