I just finished a lengthy discussion with MBM about Wagner. (That's Richard Wagner, [Vaaahhg-ner] the dead German composer, not to be confused with Robert Wagner [Wagg-ner], the actor most recently known for his brilliant portrayal of Number Two in "Austin Powers III." Easy mistake.) Considering my extremely limited knowledge of Wagner and his work, it's a good thing that "discussion," in the world of MBM, is defined as "an opportunity to talk at another person and expound my vast knowlege of all things Western upon him/her." Yup, so I got a little lecture. Turns out, MBM's a big Wagner fan. (Vaahhhg-, not Wagg-.)

Know who else was a big Wagner fan?

Hitler. Really.

Sorry, that was a totally gratuitous comparison. MBM is a really great guy, and not at all like Hitler. I enjoy him immensely, most of the time, and respect him. He's intelligent, and worldly, and very kind. His biggest flaw, in my eyes, is his tendency to assume that since I was raised and educated on the east coast, my politics and ideals must be exactly like his.

Confession: (And, this might be a federal offense.) I open MBM's mail, as a part of my job. That, he knows about and approves of. What he doesn't know is that sometimes, depending on my mood, I confiscate the notices from the Republican Convention of blablablba before he gets a chance to read them.

Usually, they read roughly like this:

"Dear Mr. MBM,

"Where ya been, Ol' Pal? Are you mad at us? We miss you here on Capitol Hill! Dubyah's been asking about you and wondering when you can come up for another cook-out.

Now, we realize you're a big boy, but you know how anxious we get when you fail to send us your regular donations. Laura's worried! You know how women are. Nag, nag, nag. Heh. Please, MBM, just send us another signed, blank check so that we know you're okay, and that you still love us. You're money ... um ... we mean, your support ... is important to us.

Your Friends,

The Republican Party."

God ... I'm sorry ... I'm really not anti-Republican. I'm barely political at all. But, sometimes, those letters ... It just bothers me that people in the company are being laid off, and MBM is still collecting his fatty bi-monthly check and donating a chunk of it to the fucking Bush administration.

So.

In other news, I'm rather happy to report that I'm no longer sporting that stupid crush on the dark horse, punkass sweetheart in my play. Yeah, he's sexy as hell, and I'd love to get to know him better. So, technically, the crush remains... But as for "gettin'" him, it's not gonna happen, and I'm just not much of a piner. Pining for the unattainable is dumb, and it makes me feel dark and worthless; not to mention, it prevents me from relaxing around the person in question, which squelches a lot of fun out of life.

Hello! I'm a lesson from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints!

Cheesy woman, me.

I have nothing else to say right now.

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