christmastime for the jews

thank goodness the seattle eagle was massively boring this past saturday night allowing me to get home in time to see the instant classic video christmastime for the jews on snl. it's motown meets woody allen meets davey and goliath. watch it now. c'mon watch it. then click the little envelope at the bottom of this post and send it to a friend.

back to the eagle. i've recently sworn i'll approach anyone who interests me without any intimidation, which is a great message of high self-esteem and confidence and all that and would potentially work out wonderfully and guarantee fun except for the loophole of when there is no one of interest. so i'll be gobsmacked because confidence is not enough. there is chance and happenstance and all those things that are out of my control.

all that really happened at the eagle was my standing around watching bad '70s porn (and i love '70s porn so the '70s thing is not why it was bad), getting bumped into and stared at, and learning the new no smoking in public places ordinance is fantabulous, as long as a deodorant ordinance is quickly added on. the closest i've come to talking to someone new in a bar lately was a man in a light gray suit drinking a pink martini futzing with his palm pilot but he left because he had better things to do. and so did i. after all, the faith evans mesmerized video was playing on 10 tvs and i was.