by Chris Meinecke
As we get ready to start a new week here on planet Earth, the things I’m looking forward to for the week of February 15th, 2015 are here…
Saturday Night Live celebrates its 40th anniversary Sunday with a 4+ hour live show that will include an obligatory “red carpet” show an hour before the start of the show at 8 pm eastern time on NBC. Don’t expect glitzy gowns and tuxedos unless they’re used in a comedic way – see Lloyd & Harry in Dumb and Dumber. The show will mark the first time Eddie Murphy will return to studio 8H to bury the hatchet and make amends after his departure in 1984. I’m curious to see if Buckwheat is truly dead after being shot in front of 30 Rock all those years ago, or if Gumby is still really that hostile DAMNIT! Another making amends potential would be between Bill Murray and Chevy Chase. If you don’t know that story, they’ve never been found of each other. This, again, because the cast in the beginning years felt like Chase left them high and dry. So many feuds in this shows history. Either way if you’re a red-blooded fan who’s been watching the show since they were 6 years old in some form or another, you’ll enjoy this. It’s just too bad that Don Pardo won’t be there.
And seriously, if you really feel the need to show God you love him, go straight Gandhi on his ass.
February 17th marks Fat Tuesday. You know how this goes. You load up on shaming gluttony the day before you’re supposed to make a sacrifice to God to show him how much you care. I’ve never really understood this. To me it’s another reasons for humans to pile drive empty calories into their stupie-holes. And seriously, if you really feel the need to show God you love him, go straight Gandhi on his ass. If that doesn’t convince him, then go back to the hookers and drug taking because he’s a complete hypocrite. That, or he’s looking for the smiting staff he dropped in the clouds and can’t see now because of his giant white beard. Shit, I hate when that happens. In full honesty, I don’t care about Fat Tuesday or Lent. In most honesty, I have been trying pretty hard to change my food and alcohol consumption habits since last fall, but I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t say that I was looking forward to a doughnut… or a paczki… whatever the fuck you call them.
I can pull out some lyrical styling on Wednesday and spit some words from Lil’ Wayne’s spin “February 18th”. My only guess here is that there is only so many “bitches and hoes” you can use in a hip-hop song title until it’s a worn out gesture. I also believe that it might be a significant day in his life as he was paroled on that day. Occasionally people write songs about yellow roses of Texas, or pink Cadillac’s. How Wheezy F baby. He celebrates in tune when he was able to shed the county orange. “Ahem. Young money in charge.“
Until next week…
by Chris Meinecke
For a few years running now I have found it to be my fortune to write all of you on Christmas Eve. Some notes have had a theme, others some random thoughts I had while in the midst of watching another holiday movie. I ponder over some things in the weeks leading up to it, but I never truly know what I’ll write until I power up my laptop. In a few ways this is good for everyone. I get to be spur-of the-moment creative in my writing, and you get the thoughts and ideas as the bolts of electricity that rattle around in my grey matter with an amplitude of notions and approximations that are there on any given day throughout the year, fire down to my fingers. No matter what I write, know that this note is wide-reaching. Know that no matter who you are, what your views are, or where your religious belief’s happened to fall, I hope that this is something that will help to make your weeknight in December or whenever you read this a little better.
As the people who know me can attest, I am not one to be caught up in religion. That fact does not mean however that the whole reason for Christmas being driven by religion is lost on me. You’ll notice that I say “reason” for a reason. Many people will tell you that the “meaning” of Christmas is seeded in religion, and they’re in no way incorrect. I just see it a little differently. Many of those same people probably question why I love the Christmas season so much if my feet aren’t planted steadfast in a Christian religion. It’s simple and it brings me to my first of two points.
The “meaning ” of Christmas to me is to make things a little brighter while several things in the world are cruel and stressful during the rest of the year. The meaning is not just that ice skating with friends and having hot coco after is fun, or that decorating the outside of the house like Clark Griswold will get you on the evening news. The meaning isn’t to make sure the lights on the tree are in perfect symmetry, or to out-spend cousin Donna so you can wow your family. Some or all of those things are great, but the meaning is being with the people you enjoy. Hearing that song you heard as a kid while lying on the couch listening to the old hi-fi, gazing into the glow of the lights on the evergreen. Giving someone a gift because you can, or you want to, not because you have to. It’s about appreciation.
Which brings me to point number two. I posted out to my friends on social media a couple of months ago that in so many words it was time to appreciate the people who surround you. That word gets thrown around a lot. “If you could you hand me a towel I’d appreciate it, I spilled reindeer gravy all over my velour leggings”. In this country we don’t take the time or effort to understand what some of the words we use every day even mean. Your definition may differ slightly from mine, or even Webster, but the concept remains. You don’t even have to like the people that surround you, just appreciate that they serve some purpose. Even if that purpose is to make you crazy so you work harder, sing better, or flatten pizza dough faster. It’s time to appreciate the people that surround you because it’s all you have. If you’re about to embark on a journey that will completely flip the script on your life and you plan to have a whole new gaggle of folks in your life, I APPRECIATE your effort. Me, personally, I’d APPRECIATE the Swedish Bikini Team holding tryouts in my living room every April, but those aren’t the people that will realistically surround me. Not soon anyway.
Find your meaning for Christmas. Seek out the appreciation for others that is buried deep within. Don’t get consumed by things that take away from your joy of the season. It’s time to find some meaning, appreciation, and maybe even a couch next to a tree with some lights on it and a hi-fi.
Merry Christmas everyone.