So, Jews invented Rocky Horror?

BWAH!

Purim falls around the same time of year as Mardi Gras, and when I was at Tulane, many of the costumes would include Mardi Gras-type masks, and at our reading, we'd assign different people to read different parts, instead of just one person reading it through, and in addition to everyone making noise at Haman's name, we'd also throw beads at the person playing him. And then we'd have a party with a free open bar, sponsored by Hillel House.

From way back...I for one, welcome my new Canadian overlords!

As I remember Catholic grade school, we just were told what to believe and no questions were entertained, ever. Once we all started figuring out the whole birds and bees thing, we started to whisper in the back of classrooms and church and giggle at the whole notion of Joseph being convinced to marry a knocked-up girl by an angel. Good times.

And seriously, how many 80s film soundtracks did Kenny Loggins contribute songs to?

I think Loggins & Messina contributed that great theme song to the otherwise crappy Paramedics

Once again, the day is saved by the Power Of Dance!

(The same lesson we learn from Dirty Dancing.)

And Lambada!

The one weird and extremely vivid thing just about all of them experienced was a sudden irrational compulsion to get away from wherever they were and find someplace to be alone.

Hmm, apparently I've been in the early stages of a heart attack since age four.

Anyone else see the movie Artemisia ?

No, sarameg, but I read a book that was a fictionalized history of her.

That's where my mad Holofernes-namin' skillz came from!

Also, in a similar vein 9 Most Badass Bible Verses.

Only one chick shows up -- our gal, Judy -- but it's pretty funny.

The whole vaugness about womens' heart attack symptoms is playing with my head lately. My last physical was the first where my blood pressure was an issue. My mother, all of her dead brothers and father had major heart, blood diseases. I have Fibromyalgia, so fatigue and sharp pains in my general trunk area are everyday occurrences. But now, I wonder, "is this a heart attack?" Oy.

You mean, what exactly it means to be a virgin?

I think they introduce it so early that nobody's too clear on the details of how babies are made. It's just that God is the Baby Daddy and that's it. And they make a big deal about Mary being the only person born without sin on her soul to sort of tap dance around the sex thing.

So. I (apparently) dropped my wallet in the parking lot outside of work - totally stupid, because it was half out of my coat pocket, and it must have fallen out as I was getting into the car. I went right back, but no luck.

Cancelled all of my cards/requested new ones be sent. Have all of my ID docs lined up for a trip to the DMV tomorrow.

Yay. NOT.

Oh crap. I forgot my Healthcare Account debit card. Then I have to request new medical insurance cards tomorrow. Just... blergh.

The shyest? Chuck Mangione. Bless his tiny self. Never looked up from the floor and didn't speak a single word except when forced to on stage.

Funniest Chuck memory ever was when I was in drum corps, he was invited to be the "color commentary" for the DCI finals broadcast from the old Orange Bowl.

Man didn't know dick about corps, but his music was super popular. OMG, every corps and their mother played "Children of Sanchez" at least once at some point. He did his best, God love him-- I think the herbal assistance helped with his clarity throughout the broadcast. He was awesome.

Jen, that SUCKS ROCKS. Boo.