Yesterday, in the course of conversation, John told me his sister Kitty had been to the opera the night before.

�Huh?� I was unable to hide my astonishment. �Kitty went to the opera? What opera?�

�Um�Don Juanathan-something�� was John's reply.

�Don Giovanni?� I ask, my astonishment now turning into extreme opera-envy.

�Yeah, that�s it.�

�Don Giovanni�Kitty went to see Don Giovanni�???�

Of course, what I really wanted to say during my �I�m-so-disgusted-and-yet-slightly-amused� repeated mentioning of her name in an incredulous manner was:

�You mean, the same Kitty who recently paid $10,000 to have her gang-related tattoos removed? The same Kitty who recently had a second job as a Massage Therapist, But I Will Give You Your Massage While Topless If You Pay Me Extra? That Kitty?�

I tell you, there is no justice in this world.

~~~

Speaking of justice, I have never understood why Scott Glenn continues to get acting jobs.

A. He can�t act

B. He the ugliest man in movies

C. Did I mention he really can�t act?

Yesterday, I watched Courage Under Fire, a really good movie that wasn�t quite ruined by the wooden acting of Mr. Glenn, but only because he had maybe three scenes in the whole flick, none of which required much more of him than to ask pointed questions and help a drunken Denzel Washington find a seat. I also saw him in a flick a couple of weeks ago and was discussing the oddness of Scott Glenn�s acting career with John. I am simply mystified.

At least most actors who can�t act usually make up for in good looks what they lack in talent and so while acknowledging the still-unfairness of it all, we can at least understand why said actor might get film roles.

Uh�not so much with Scott Glenn. He is horrible to look at; simply horrible. And let me just point out that he has that many pock-marks on his face while wearing makeup.

Plus, does he ever play a different role? He may wear a different costume in his roles, but he is always the same, wooden-faced and stern �man of no movement� in every film and he�s usually a law-enforcement agent of some form or another. He�s been in some great movies, too. I can�t believe people of real artistic merit would be seen anywhere near the vicinity of His Woodenness�

Here are some examples of his acting (non)abilities:

Training Day: He plays a rough and tumble ex-cop/drug dealer. Again opposite Denzel Washington and I swear it is only the magic that is Denzel which keeps the film alive even in the death-throws of Glenn�s �acting�. Otherwise, the life would have been sucked out of the movie as soon as he stepped onscreen. You can see the draining of Ethan Hawke�s will to live as he is forced to share screen-time with His Woodenness.

I know he was in The Virgin Suicides�I consider the fact that I can�t remember his character a true blessing because usually I am so all-consumed by His Woodenness and his horrible acting that I can recall few other details in any movie he is in.

Absolute Power: He plays a Secret Service Agent. You can tell by the black suit he wears. If not for the suit, you would think this was a recurring role and somehow this story is tied to�Silence of the Lambs in which he plays an FBI agent. Somewhere along the line, Hannibal Lecter insinuates that Glenn�s character may have a thing for Clarice Starling�well, it�s a good thing he mentioned it or none of us would know. Not like we can see through that wooden veneer Mr. Glenn has so artfully perfected to see his lusty underbelly.

You know�mentioning Scott Glenn and �lusty underbelly� in one sentence is enough to put one off of one�s lunch.

Ooh�in The Hunt for Red October he played a Naval Commander! Nice to see the man stretch.

Scott Glenn did almost ruin one of my favorite films, Silverado. Had he not been one of the lead actors, it may have surpassed the �one of� qualifier to become my favorite movie. Sadly, Scott Glenn is in it. Although he plays a gunslinger in this ode to the westerns of old (and not a cop), he does so in such a way as to make you long for his performances as a member of law-enforcement. Never have I been so thoroughly appalled by a performance in what otherwise is a great movie with a rather stellar cast (Kevin Kline and Danny Glover included).

And is there anything worse than Scott Glenn�s �performance� as Capt. Alan Shepard in The Right Stuff. Luckily, there were actual actors working with him and they served to keep the film alive in spite of Glenn�s efforts to kill it.

So there you have it - a few words on why I hate Scott Glenn. I swear his career is proof positive that pacts with the devil can work; there simply is no other logical reason why he continues to have one.

See? No justice, people.

~~~

So the San Antonio Spurs are the new NBA champs�and about 54 people in Texas actually care.

~~~

Hey, so are you getting paid more money now that Bush has so graciously given us that wonderful tax cut? I got about $30 extra last week; I assume it will be the same each pay period.

And if that�s not worth our loss in programs and our ever-increasing deficit, I don�t know what is!

Oh yeah, I guess I�ll actually end up paying higher state taxes because of the loss in state assistance caused by this tax cut, but I just won�t think about that right now�you know, like most of the rest of the country. Instead, I�ll just use my extra $30 to place a Roulette bet in Vegas this weekend.

~~~

John had a nice Father�s Day yesterday. His son, Robert, and Robert�s wife Leah had a second child at 8:00 am � Jonathan.

The kid�s middle name is Damien.

Plus, the kid was born with a whole lotta hair. Makes it more difficult to spot the 666 birthmark, I say�

He and Mommy are fine, of course, and John was giddy yesterday. He spent much of the day at the hospital with everyone.

Saturday we spent together and I took him to dinner at Lucille�s in celebration of Father�s Day (and because I didn�t want to cook anything and yet wanted to eat a lot). In all, it was a nice weekend. I even got a little cleaning of the pad in.

~~~

Ah...sillyred just broke my heart. My niece, Carla and her hubby have been trying to have a baby for a couple of years now, going through procedure after procedure in their efforts. It so sucks - nice people like these can't get pregnant when everywhere you look there are mutations of humanity procreating at an alarming rate.

~~~

Well, I guess that�s enough examination of life's little inequities for now! Hasta!

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