I’m clearly feeling something that I haven’t felt for awhile. In general, everyone knows that the first blog post is supposed to be “Hey, world! How’s it hanging?” and the like. The second post — that’s when the meat and potatoes begin.
But so far today has been one of those days when all the little things conspired and added up to murder me. It was a pretty busy day in Presidential politics, and politics is a favorite topic of mine to comment on. In particular, I could have weighed in on the Barack Obama-Hillary Clinton racial slapfest, or pondered why Democrats crossed over en masse to cast votes for Mitt Romney in the Michigan primary. I could have even fretted about how exit polls can be so wrong with Ron Paul showing 10% when actually receiving about 6% of the vote.
I even thought about going up-close and personal with an expose of how addictions were destroying my life, particularly those associated with fast food and Zero Carb Rockstar (the one in the blue can). I could have found something to say about the fugitive rapist-murderer marine Cesar Laurean’s truck being found in my neck of the woods.
But today was a day when my Internet connection wasn’t working well from moment one, I fussed with my laptop, I fussed even more with Dell technical support, and I frantically tried to balance schoolwork, a job search, and trying to be a generally calm and good person. I failed miserably. Like I said — all the little things conspired against me.
Throughout the day I kept thinking about my favorite Saturday Night Live sketch ever. It was about how one of the TV networks was coming out with a movie about Jesus. Well, in order to not be left out, another network decided to hurriedly create their own made-for-TV Jesus movie. They hurried around so much that they didn’t even write a script. So they just made it up as they went along. The director even got the mike guy Barry to stand in front of the camera right next to Jesus. The dialogue was like “Hey, Barry, wassup?” “Not much, what’s up with you, Jesus?” The final scene of this sketch was Jesus and a guy lifting weights in a room with the Dawson’s Creek theme music playing. Then Barry barges in. Everyone’s like “What have you been up to, Barry?” Barry responds with a hearty “KILLING THE DEVIL!”
It was a lot funnier if you were there. And yeah — out of all the sketches that have ever been on Saturday Night Live, that was probably my favorite. Well, maybe.
The moral of this example could have been that people know jack shit about the Bible, which is true. It was almost about hurrying through the day without a plan, except I had a plan. I had a plan with so many details that it overwhelmed me, left me with little wiggle room, and stifled my ability to creatively accomplish things. But you see — the Devil is in the details. Barry committed his life to killing the Devil, because the Devil (or the details, in this case) seeks to kill us all. Yeah, they got me — at least today they did. But closing in on midnight sort of reminds me about an old Friday’s sketch about resurrection…
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