It's that time of year again, when we celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ by eating large quantities of pork products and worshipping the giant bunny who brings colorful eggs and cheap chocolate wrapped in cheaper foil. We buy graven marshmallow images doused in rainbow sugars, consume jellied beans and malted milk candy bird eggs; little children torture small chicks and rabbits and everyone's on a sugar high, trying not to think about trichinosis. All is pastel and sunshine, but it sure ain't Christmas, is it?Hold on! Wait a minute. I know who the big furry guy here is, but who's the transvestite in the gaudy chapeau sitting in grandma's good TV chair? Looks German to me. And boring; not what I'd call a party guy. I know; he must be the Easter Bunny's helper. Doesn't the Easter Bunny tell us to help those who can't help themselves? This guy doesn't seem to have much to do though, does he, except look fabulous in his brocade.
Nothing much happening on this Easter except I'm at work and Steve's at home. Nothing big happening in the entertainment world this week, except cousin Robin is supposed to be back from New York this weekend. Coming in to work was a bit of fun, since I had to drive by the Hollywood Bowl, and the Easter Sunrise Service was just breaking up. Man, those Christians sure do move slow on the sabbath.
Things are good. The weather is warm...almost hot...but it should be cooling off tomorrow and through the weekend from the 80s back into the mid-70s.
So drop a line or leave a comment. That's it for now. If something interesting happens, I'll let you know.
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