Trooper York: Do you ever get the feeling.....

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Do you ever get the feeling.....

That it would be terrible to be a puppet. In Wisconsin. It seems terrifying.

23 comments:

Anonymous said...: It would be scarier being a cheese curd in Wisconsin.; February 26, 2012 at 8:04 AM
The Dude said...: Didn't recognize him without his hat.; February 26, 2012 at 8:40 AM
The Dude said...: Or his hoe.; February 26, 2012 at 8:41 AM
Ruth Anne Adams said...: I've noticed that protestors spend a lot of time on papier-mache effigies.

And then they burn their artwork.; February 26, 2012 at 11:08 AM
chickelit said...: A candy colored clown!
A candy colored clown!; February 26, 2012 at 11:35 AM
BJM said...: I dunno about puppetry, but there's a whiff of desperation arising from Wisconsin lefties.

Meanwhile the Ningyō jōruri at that other place are revealed as cultural relevance slips from of their grasp and they recycle material for page views.

(Sorry about the overblown rhetoric but I'm in the grip of a mid-winter grippe and semi-stoned on cough syrup.); February 26, 2012 at 11:54 AM
ndspinelli said...: I don't get it..someone please explain.; February 26, 2012 at 12:00 PM
Darcy said...: I have always found puppets creepy!

Anyhoo. I have wished for someone to mix dirty martinis for me when I get home from work. Extra olives.

Anyplace special I should cast my wish? Cuz so far, no such luck.; February 26, 2012 at 12:27 PM
Darcy said...: Also? Cheese curds. They sound good, too.; February 26, 2012 at 12:28 PM
Darcy said...: I kid.

I can mix my own martinis. I just sounded like a lunatic. :); February 26, 2012 at 12:46 PM
The Dude said...: Never wish upon a puppet - that is bad juju.; February 26, 2012 at 12:49 PM
Darcy said...: I am going to take that to heart, Sixty. ;-); February 26, 2012 at 12:50 PM
blake said...: o/~I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me laugh
Or make me frown~\o

It's not always the case that puppets turn to real boys. Sometimes it goes the other way.; February 26, 2012 at 1:35 PM
TTBurnett said...: A puppet theater is a Puppentheater in German, pronounced, "poopentayater," which less talented linguists often mangle as "poopin' tayter."; February 26, 2012 at 2:28 PM
windbag said...: Creepy Puppet; February 26, 2012 at 5:36 PM
Michael Haz said...: Seeing some blog posts reliving what happened [number] of years ago today reminds me of two women I know.

Story One: Richelle and her husband Greg were our next-yard neighbors. Typical suburban couple; Greg had a pretty good job that enabled Richelle to stay home and raise their two sons. Although in her forties, Richelle often told us that the highlight of her life was the night she was homecoming queen at her small high school in Michigan's Upper Peninsula.

She just couldn't seem to let go of it. Eventually, she used the internet to track down her date from that evening, a high-school boyfriend whom she hadn't seen in two decades. They exchanged emails, then texts, then phone calls. Then she told her husband that she wanted half of everything they owned, he could keep custody of their sons, and she was going to move in with the old boyfriend. Divorce.

The old boyfriend moved to where we live and they rented an apartment, then bought a house. Her kids hated the guy. We met him and he was a total ass. They both began drinking heavily. She went into rehab; he moved back to where he came from. She followed him, had another bout of alcoholism, and another session of inpatient rehab. Their lives are a total mess.

Sometimes believing that nothing will ever be better than one night two decades ago turns into a guarantee that it, in fact, never will.

Or sometimes not, which brings me to Story Two:

Jen (not her real name because she's a twitter friend and others here will be able to identify her) is single and forty. We attend the same church; she is an utterly lovely woman. She radiates happiness.

Jen has never been married, although she has had several relationships that ended badly. She thought that perhaps the time to find a husband passed by.

Four years ago Jane decided to give up everything she was doing and put her future in God's hands. She had a truly spiritual awakening. She stopped going to bars, stopped chasing men, even became celibate. She became fully involved in re-building her inner life.

She got rid of most of her possessions, and moved into a smaller apartment. Paid off all her debts, worked two jobs, exercised, etc. And prayed several times every day, without fail.

Two years ago Jen "met" a man via twitter who had a similar story. Nate was single, had been in failed relationships, etc., and had pretty much given up on dating. He put his energy into completing grad school and working. And yes, Nate also had a spiritual awakening. He, too, put everything into God's hands.

They chatted and emailed for more than a year before finally meeting. They fell in love instantly. Not wanting to make a mistake, they went slowly, and saw each other every two or three months (they live several states apart).

Six months ago they decided that they were intended for each other. they both looked for jobs in a city where they thought they'd like to live. Both finally found jobs!

Jen gave me a big hug after Mass today. She's moving away Tuesday to that new city; Nate moved there last week.

I've seen them together when Nate came here to visit Jen. A more happy, loving and wonderful couple would be hard to find.

Jen doesn't believe that a particular day one year ago or one decade or even farther back ago was her best day. She believes that tomorrow will be the best day, always.

The past is gone; we cannot hold it. All we have is now and tomorrow, God willing.; February 26, 2012 at 5:47 PM
The Dude said...: The other day Troop was carrying on about the French. French this and French that and the cheval they rode in on.

Well, I have recently watched a big ol' mess o' French movies - Gigi, Lili, Mr. Hulot's Holiday (meshue ulloze oliday) and An American in Paris, which isn't French at all.

But I bring this up to reinforce the point made earlier by Mlle Darcee' about puppets. While I was a puppeteer as a yute, and still have Wilkins and Wontkins, Jim Henson's proto-muppets, I found the puppets in Lili to be exceedingly creepy. And the fact that Leslie Caron's character listens to the puppets as if they are autonomous beings, and then hallucinates that they are full size humans with puppet heads was peculiar in the extreme. I think I might have seen that movie as a child and all I can say is - it's far worse in color.; February 26, 2012 at 5:54 PM
Chip S. said...: I've had this nagging thought lately that something important happened in one of those funny-shaped midwestern states a while back--something like a year or so ago. But for the life of me I just can't remember what it was.

If only there was someplace that posted constant reminders of stuff like that.

@MHaz--The art of long-form comments is a demanding one that many try and few succeed at. You've mastered it.; February 26, 2012 at 6:25 PM
The Dude said...: @Chip S. re: M Haz - boy howdy - that was a great comment.; February 26, 2012 at 6:35 PM
Anonymous said...: Even I, a liberal am sick of hearing about the protests a year ago, sheesh why the heck doesn't she give it a rest? Does she think everyone already forgot? Or is she trying to relive her and hubby's glory days of being intrepid reporters?

Michael's story, from the sordid to the sublime.; February 26, 2012 at 6:56 PM
windbag said...: Or is she trying to relive her and hubby's glory days of being intrepid reporters?

Folks, we have a winner.; February 26, 2012 at 7:00 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Or is she trying to relive her and hubby's glory days of being intrepid reporters?

Bingo.

When being a bystander is the biggest event of your life.....sad.

This and the lack of anything creative or interesting to write about. There is a huge sucking vacuum on that blog.; February 26, 2012 at 7:16 PM
TTBurnett said...: Michael: That is a wonderful story. Great comment.; February 26, 2012 at 7:47 PM

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