Monk-ish - adv. 1. Has obsessive-compulsive thoughts, tendencies or behaviors. 2. Of, or relating to, or characteristic of Adrian Monk.

Monk is my second favorite show on TV (right behind Mythbusters). Tony Shalhoub brilliantly portrays Adrian Monk, a former police detective who lost his job due to his debilitating obsessive-compulsive disorder but who still consults with the police to solve murders.

What I love so much about Monk is that I get to laugh at some of the traits I have. Actually, my co-worker, Dave, and I both have some pretty serious Monk-ish qualities. The invention of alcohol hand sanitizer (such as Purell) has made my personal distaste for germiness even worse. (*snap snap* Wipe! I need a wipe!) It has become a running joke at home and at work. Much like “geek”, “monk” has gone from an insult to an accepted (even enjoyed) label.

Naturally, anything that I really enjoy eventually becomes an internet quiz. Check out “Are you Monk-ish?”

I’m more than most.

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And now, Jedi Squirrels.

I loved the Animaniacs. I most miss Pinky and The Brain. But this week’s WBQotW is not from Pinky and The Brain. It is Wakko Warners famous epiphany…

I’m not wearing any pants!

God has graced us with yet another reason to pray for the San Andres fault to open up and swallow Hollywood.

This weekend two movies opened in box offices across the country. One was an age old story of childhood adventure from the pages of the greatest Christian allegory ever written. The other film has been so hyped by Hollywood elitists that they’ve already had the Oscars and Golden Globes engraved. It is the heart worming (sic) tale of lust between two queer cowboys. *sigh*

“The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” is a beautifully rendered epic of nearly the same quality as the Lord of the Rings series. Tammy and I saw “Narnia” and my review is forthcoming. While there is no direct reference to Christianity in the movie, any Christian (or any non-Christian who knows anything about the Bible) should be able to easily see through the allegorical veil of this C.S. Lewis’ classic. It is because of this Biblical foundation (and the fact that LOTR has raised the bar so high for fantasy films) that film industry elitists have written off Narnia. No one in Hollywood expected it do much more than cover costs.

On the other hand, Hollywood was rolling out the red carpet for “Brokeback Mountain” before the ink was dry on the script. Entertainment rags, such as Varity, have been hyping the snot out of this film as the first “mainstream” success of a gay script. The tag line for the movie is “Love is a force of nature”. Yeah, well, so is explosive diarrhea, but that doesn’t make it something I want to see, much less embrace. Among others, USA Today ran a shameless plug article for Brokeback saying, “The film might find its place in history as a cultural landmark.” *hurk* Sorry, just typing that caused a little vomit to come up on me.

Now comes the refreshing part. Narnia just finished its second weekend of release and has grossed over $112 million. It released at number one and this week is number two behind the much anticipated Peter Jackson flick, King Kong.

The other film is in its second weekend of release (the first weekend was a limited release in only three theaters in liberal save havens of NY, LA, and SF). The gay cowboy show has now pocketed a whopping $3 million. That’s less than 3% of the box office Narnia is enjoying. Let’s hope the trend continues.

Now, I have no false hope for Hollywood. There is no question that the award shows will shower Brokeback with praise and adoration regardless of its financial (non)showing. But we can still hope that the movie execs that are the driving force behind what Hollywood makes will do as they are want to do and follow the almighty dollar. As much as the coastal media liberals want it to be mainstream and accepted, homosexuality remains a sin in the eyes of America and Americans will put their money where their mouth is.

Amen.

A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted, “Excuse me,
can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”

The woman below replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You’re between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude.”

“You must be in Information Technology,” said the exasperated balloonist.

“I am,” replied the woman, “How did you know?”

“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is, technically correct, but I’ve no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help at all. If anything, you’ve delayed my trip.”

The woman below responded, “You must be in Management.”

“I am,” replied the balloonist, “but how did you know?”

“Well,” said the woman, “you don’t know where you are or where you’re going. You have risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you’ve no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it’s my fault.

(Shamelessly stolen from Veni Vidi Vici.)