Awaiting Revelation: September 2006

Stupid Shoes = Good Laugh

I'm sorry, but if you're a woman (or a man) wearing sky-high, stiletto heel shoes and you fall down, I AM going to laugh at you. Out loud. And I’m not going to feel bad about it either, even when you glare are me indignantly from your knees on the pavement. If I had had my camera phone out, I would even have even considered taking your picture while you struggled to get up and straighten yourself out. Supposedly you did the risk/reward analysis when you bought the stupid shoes. You decided that the risk of finding yourself on your knees (or ass) on the pavement while onlookers like myself laughed a laugh of superiority was worth taking because the shoes made your butt look good in your painted-on capri jeans. It’s not my fault that you can’t walk in those things, talk on your cell phone, and carry your Starbucks coffee all at the same time. It’s just lucky for you that you stuff so much useless crap into that faux Gucci handbag of yours that it cushioned you fall. Otherwise you may have broken one of your airbrushed acrylic nails, and that, indeed, would have made you look silly.

Delicious Irony

Last night I watched the movie, ‘Ravenous,’ with a few friends. It’s a dark quazi-comedy about cannibalism at an army post in the Western Sierra Nevada before the gold rush of 1849. Movie critic Rob Blackwelder described the film best when he claimed it to be “Dances with Wolves meets the Donner Party.” (The “Donner Party” was the name given to a group of over 90 wagon train emigrants who became trapped in the Sierra Nevada mountains during the winter of 1846-47. Nearly half of the party died, and some resorted to eating their dead in an effort to survive.)

Anyway, when the movie ended and the credits began to roll, something on the screen stood out:

Catering: Tim De’ath

The catering for a movie about cannibalism was done by a guy whose last name is essentially “Death!” This had to have been some sort twisted joke, right? Wrong. I had to look it up to make sure. Mr. De’ath turns out to be a catering manager for movie sets and has apparently done several other films including Star Wars I: The Phantom Menace. The irony couldn’t possibly have been lost on whoever did the hiring for the caterer. Simply having the name ‘Mr. De’ath was probably all the qualification he needed. Ah, the delicious irony!