Eugene & Daniel & Sarah — Oh My,
How a Family of Jewish Rebels holds out until their Contre Temps Comes True and the second part of my Shiva for Catherine O’Hara:
(So many movies so little time!)
Now that Catherine O’ Hara has gone to the ether and one must suffer the slings and arrows of grievous programming, I write this as an homage to:
“Shitt’s Creek Season 2, Bicycle Episode”.
Why?
Because I have been saturated with cheap white wine and sativa that should get me through another season tomorrow.
Yet, if I may compliment the writers, THANK YOU for giving Chris Elliot more to do than eat disgusting cheese products and grab his woman’s ass — he’s WAY TO GIFTED FOR THAT.
Even if he does look like a reject from a Bill Murray’s remake of— CHIPS.
Up to this point I have been wondering why I do not have a surplus of — well- disgusting cheese products that feed many people.
WHY?
Because rich people eat cheese too. They just serve it with better wine and crackers.
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However, if I may be circumspect about the evolution of a script that allows for anyone to ride a bicycle, I state herein that being able to do so is one of my deepest desires.
I am without a sense of balance because my eyes and my hips do not allow for me to ride on a two-wheeler. My legs go one way while my eyes go another.
My siblings, Terry and Bunny, as heavy set as they were as children, took off on bikes like demons — leaving me behind to wonder what imperfect DNA I had inherited for being crippled.
Never mind.
It’s part of being Jewish. Someone always gets the weak legs because of our dietary habits in camps.
And Daniel on the bike with his skinny legs well made me cry like I haven’t cried before! Over a PAN SEXUAL CHARACTER WHO MAY HAVE JEWISH LEGS!
OY I’m losing it big time.
Or am I?
Never mind!
If Eugene Levy were my father, amen, I would ask him to hold me and tell that the world is going to be okay. And its only Monday.
If I had brother like Daniel, I’d say Mazel Tov for inheriting the heart of a true Yiddishkeit — Sarah, too. Beautifully sane people in a world gone mad.
And as to Catherine in all of this mess that defines our global crisis — may your spirit continue to rise to the occasion.
Can someone give me a lift up the hill, da?
