It’s that time again….
:: As long-time readers know, I just flatly oppose the filibuster, and I think the only thing Democrats did wrong yesterday was not getting rid of it completely. Majority rule is fine. It works for presidential elections, it works for the House, it works for the Supreme Court, and it works in every other country in the world. “Senate tradition” is just a euphemism for “weird historical accident,” and I’d sweep the whole rulebook clean if I could. I’m keenly aware that this means the other party can do stuff if it wins elections, and that’s OK. That’s what elections are for. (This is my position as well. The filibuster is a nonsensical idea that didn’t make sense to me even before the Republicans decided that they were going to use it for everything. And besides, it seems pretty obvious to me that the filibuster was doomed, anyway. Eliminating it would almost certainly be the very first order of business of the very next Republican-controlled Senate.)
:: For my money there’s only been one truly great Thanksgiving episode. And that was the flying turkey episode of WKRP IN CINCINNATI. (Untrue! Cheers had a great one. And the one that Big Bang Theory just ran was terrific. Mad About You had a great one in which Paul and Jamie were trying to cover up the fact that the dog ate the turkey.)
:: Somehow, prior to this fall, I had NEVER seen The Sound of Music in its entirety. (I thought about writing a “sequel” to The Sound of Music in which the Baroness and Herr Detweiler escape the Nazis as well, eventually fleeing to Buenos Aires where they open up a music school for displaced German refugees, only to learn that most of them are children of Nazis…but as Sound of Music is under copyright, there’s no way for me to do that except as a fanfic type of thing. Which I might, at some point, but for now, I’ll file that rather perverse notion away in my head.)
:: This year everybody is marveling at the bizarre convergence of Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, giving us the last Thanksgivvukah for 70,000 years or so (anyway, a long time). But who is thinking about how dreary it’s going to be when, Hanukkah over, Jews will have nothing to listen to but “Jingle Bell Rock” for weeks — and no latkes to console themselves with.
:: “I’m smilin’ right now, real smug-like, ’cause I’m super-convinced that hearin’ my voice will make you happy, and not, say, close your eyes and hold the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger and sit very still for a few minutes.” (God, I love Comics Curmudgeon.)
:: I don’t believe in the concept of “guilty pleasures”. Pleasure is pleasure. Don’t knock any of it (unless, that is, you get pleasure from boiling puppies. In that case, you should feel guilty as hell). If pleasure comes to you, then thank God you are able to perceive it at all; you’ve got a leg up on many many others. (I’ve yet to encounter anyone online — and I’ve been online forever — who does introspection as well as Sheila O’Malley. When she holds the mirror up to herself, amazing things explode from her pen.)
:: I have all the history. So if someone asks… I can say… And I nearly always have a memory or a story or a photo. (What an awful anniversary to have to mark every year. I know. Ours is in three days.)
More next week. (Maybe. I’m going to be on vacation and still plowing ahead with writing.)