Why is it that whenever we see a woman's face in anything, it's the Virgin Mary? How is anyone supposed to know it's not actually Susan B Anthony or my Great Grandmother?
Thanksgiving has been a juggling act, with my sister and her clan cancelling, reconfirming, recancelling. I tried to go grocery shopping for our meal last night, but I didn't make a list or review any recipies, so I ended up buying a Turkey Breast, Stovetop Stuffing, Cran in a Can, 5lbs of Potatoes, and some backup gravy. I plan on making homemade stuffing and gravy, both, but it's best to have an escape plan if everything goes to shit.
Roxy and I are going to domestigoddess ourselves to death tomorrow. I have a sneaking suspicion that impromptu home-made centerpieces will come into play.
Posted by Sonya at November 24, 2004 09:08 AMThe face on the cheese sandwich looks like Greta Garbo to me...
Posted by: LDH at November 24, 2004 10:31 AMI kinda thought it looked like Meryl Streep.
BTW, I have a week and a-half old cupcake in my fridge that bears more than a passing resemblence to StrongSad -- where's my $20 grand?
Posted by: KING COMTE I at November 24, 2004 10:40 AMThe sandwich has allegedly survived ten mold-free years; the Virgin Mary is apparently Our Lady of Perpetual Protection Against Mold.
Hey, sjet, are you pro-Cran in a Can? I'm planning to make a vat of the fresh stuff just because I dig it so, and you know I'd drop some off on my way to the St. Louis Embassy. (I'm all about spreading the fresh-cran love.)
Posted by: mols at November 24, 2004 10:47 AMI find your lack of faith disturbing.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at November 24, 2004 11:03 AMEverybody at my house is totally pro cran in a can. And I do so have faith! It just seems like maybe Mary would be getting tired of the whole schtick.
Posted by: Sonya at November 24, 2004 11:26 AMStorytime:
When I was 15 me and my friend Bart were sitting in his back yard at about 2:00 in the morning drinking and talking shit about people at school when I noticed a guy with a beard, wearing a fur hat (like the kind Russians are supposed to wear) sitting in the pickup truck next door, watching us over Bart's fence.
I mentioned it to Bart and then we both tried to ignore the guy for a while but eventually we got to wondering what the hell he thought was so interesting about a couple of teenagers sitting on a stoop so we started kind of glancing over to see what he was doing—only he was just sitting there, watching us.
Eventually it got to be too much and we both got up and went around the block to see what the fuck this guy's problem was. But by the time we got to the pickup truck, he was gone. So we went back to Bart's yard—
And there he was again.
"Hey," Bart said, standing up and walking toward the fence. "What the fuck's your—"
And then he stopped. Stood there for a second and said, "Hey, Josh, c'mere and look at this."
So I walked over to where he was and, as I walked, I saw the Russian guy's face disappear in a swirl of random shapes.
What it turned out to be was, the pickup truck was parked in an open-sided car port with a rotting plywood roof. The car port had a light in it that cast shadows over the peeling plywood, and the parts of the wood that were lit up were reflecting in the windshield of the truck. And, by pure chance, the combination of light and shadow combined with the slight curve of the windshield of the truck created a perfect likeness of a bearded guy in a Russian fur hat.
It didn't occur to me until just now that it was probably Jesus in a Russian fur hat.
Or Rasputin.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at November 24, 2004 11:59 AMOr that Jesus really digs Eastern Orthodoxy...
Posted by: KING COMTE I at November 25, 2004 09:46 PMI've never understood Mary sightings. Given her position as the earthly mother of God's only Son, you'd think she'd have better things to do. Really, can making your likeness appear in a vat of mashed potatos or making wooden statues of your likeness weep oil in South America really be that satisfying?
I hope not. But I've been wrong before.
Posted by: Tom at November 29, 2004 11:09 AM