perhaps the world IS mad

plastic animals could achieve world domination, but choose not to

I'm not a Saturday-night blogger.  I couldn't tell you exactly why, except to say that world domination isn't appealing on the weekends.  It's not laid-back enough.  I'd rather veg.  So last night I rented an oldie-but-goodie, Mad Mad Mad World, thinking my daughter would get a kick out of people like Ethyl Merman and Spencer Tracy and that one guy, Jimmy Durante.  Not to mention Buddy Hackett and a lot of other old-time favorites.

Nope.

Turns out, slap-stick humor isn't for today's rising generation--unless it involves body-function jokes, the martial arts, and/or a lot of super-hero action (think the Hulk abusing Loke in the Avengers).  If I misspelled Loke I apologize, but it's still the weekend and apparently I'm too lazy to look it up.

To amuse herself, my daughter whipped out her DS and began battling Pokemon.  She eventually drifted into her bedroom, claiming an extreme and extenuated need to skype with a friend.  My husband stretched out on the couch and began to snore.

So I finished watching Mad Mad Mad World all on my own.  The movie is almost three hours long, BTW, and contains an intermission cue (music and all).  I stuck it out, because I already know.  Once I've finished saving for Xavier, the French Bulldog, my own world will be made insane as I potty train, rescue various shoes and furniture legs from teething drool, and walk said Xavier in minus thirty degree blizzards.  But the rewards of owning a fine and furry friend are vast.  I mean, I'm pretty sure a super-cute bulldog, when properly photographed, can dominate the world.  Unless he/she/it disgraces his/her/itself by pooping in the neighbor's yard.

Ah.  Now my daughter's laughing . . . .