2003-05-07 - 5:04 p.m.
So Billy Graham is coming here this weekend. Other than the fact that, absurdly, it's the bloody top story in the newspaper as well as on every local news show (have I ever mentioned that San Diego is the biggest podunk small town in the world?), I couldn't care less. It's not my scene, but hey--if it keeps the Bible-thumpers away from the Sports Arena on Saturday night when I go to watch the Gulls win the Taylor Cup, then it's all good.
What's really frightening, though, was the commercial for the thing I heard this morning on one of the alternacrap radio stations. I hate it when Christians try too hard to be hip. Staying relevant in today's changing world is one thing, and I personally believe that if/when Jesus returns he'll be wanting to spend his time with AIDS patients and the homeless, and may even take in an all-ages show or two (I mean, read the story about him and the moneychangers sometime--now that's punk rock, folks)--but take the "contemporary" bit too far and you always end up with Fred Willard in A Mighty Wind with spiked peroxide hair and too much gold jewelry saying "WASSAP?" every two seconds, and that's just painful.
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Current reading: The Onion AV Club, The Tenacity of the Cockroach: Conversations With Entertainment's Most Enduring Outsiders. This is a great bathroom book--none of the interviews are more than a few pages long, and the ones I've read so far enough laugh-out-loud moments to give your abdominal muscles just the workout they need first thing in the morning. Still, it's kind of unnerving to be sitting on the crapper reading an interview with Jello Biafra where it becomes clear near the end that he himself was taking a crap while on the phone with the interviewer. Synchonicity like that I don't need.
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