Ok, so today I have two things to talk about: deep politics, and celebrity stalking. First, I went to this new theater in LA call the Landmark today. It’s 11 bucks a ticket, poop my pants expensive, but it’s designed to be a “gourmet” experience. Arty art house. They sell 4 dollar fizzy water that’s kumquat or lavender flavored, and packs of New Zealand chocolate wafers for 6 or 7 bucks. It made me embarrassed to be a semi-affluent white person. I mean, I appreciate the broadening of the concessions mindset, the Peet’s coffee lattes were a nice option, but their popcorn was pretty crappy, very styrofoamish, stuck to my teeth. My opinion, you gotta get the basics down before you fly away with the special effects, my friend. I went back to the dude and told him in my frank, but ever charming manner, that his popcorn tasted like crap. He just started at me, ’cause I think he was stoned, then said “Cool T-shirt.” I agree, it was this one, but that’s beside the point. Annoying. I insisted on a new bag, and he refilled it with a slightly LESS chewy refill. I should have used my usual line “Oh, I’m diabetic and I have salt sensitivity, can you make me a new batch?” Works most the time, but I didn’t have time. The movie was starting.
Anyway, I saw Sicko. Now, Michael Moore is a great filmmaker in that, he makes quasi-documentary movies that make you think about an issue exactly the way he wants you to. Of course it can’t be classified as a documentary, it has no illusion of objectivity, but as a man with a point of view, he certainly gets what he wants across. And boy, does he. I don’t want to preach about politics, but I really do urge people to see this film, because it will at least make you consider the issue of healthcare and make you think about how you personally feel about how a society should treat it. Bottom line, it does not work the way it is now. I grew up in the military, and there was never any hesitation about going in to the doctor about anything, because there, it’s all taken care of for service members and their families. The fact that people die in this country because HMO’s deny people operations to save money is heinous. There are some things that government should be there to take care of, and health is one of them. They might as well privatize the police force or the fire fighters. Anyway, see the movie and think about it yourselves. At least it could start a national dialogue.
Next, celebrity stalking. I’m not much of a fan person, I never had a picture of N Synch or Justin Timberlake on my wall, but I had the weirdest, most vivid dream last night. I was in a hot tub with Reese Witherspoon and…ok, don’t go there, we were at a SPA and we were in bathing suits, jeez. But in my dream, we were total best friends, going to the spa together. BFF’s. Then we went to high tea afterwards and ate egg salad sandwiches. No joke. It was absolutely crazy. It was so vivid and real, like, our girlfriend relationship, if I ever see her in person I swear I might go ask her to have coffee. She’ll probably have a bodyguard attack me, but if I was on the A list, we’d be totally buds. I think. It must be weird being that famous, you never really meet anyone who’s not famous to be genuine friends with. Well, if you’re reading, I’m here for you Reese. I love making crafts and hate Hollywood parties. Call me.