I was reading a web page called something like “Lance’s Page” (I’d link to it, but I’ve long since lost the URL) when I was thirsty, so I went to get something to drink. I passed my brother, who was playing Final Fantasy VII, and he had just named his newest character “Lance.”
Monthly Archive for December, 1997
Certain ideas and words in this following letter originated with Vonnegut. Don’t assume them to be entirely original.
It’s the night before Christmas and all through my house
my parents are shouting a bit, and my brother is being his usual self. Christmas is celebrated in my house because. Not because my family is religious, nor because we are remembering the birth of a baby, but because.
It has come to my attention that the world’s economy is
dependent upon a mythological being who could not physically
exist. I can’t bring myself to be happy about most holidays
anymore, I find it terribly difficult to be festive.
My brother still gets excited about Christmas, and about
Thanksgiving and Halloween and The fourth of July. He doesn’t get excited about the meaning of the holidays, instead he get’s excited the modern method of celebration of said holidays.
While my brother runs around excited, I tend to get gloomy around holidays. I tend to sit and ponder the real meaning of the holiday and why the holiday came to be and why the holiday has been mutated into a modern method of making money.
Get a load of this: The 11th of November is Armistice Day. Most people nowadays have probably never heard of Armistice Day… The reason that no one has heard of it is because it isn’t a very festive thing, not very happy, and it forces people to remember…
On the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month people stood silent and remembered the moment in the 1918 that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering each other.
But that isn’t a very nice thing to remember, and so very
few people remember about armistice day, because it isn’t a nice thing to remember or think about.
Christmas has become very important. The stores talk about how the holiday season is so important to keep them running the rest of the year. If it weren’t for a tiny baby who were born in a barn so many years ago, the world’s economy as we know it simply could not exist.
I don’t know if I’m thankful that that baby was born or if I’m angry at that baby. All I know is that the baby isn’t what’s important anymore. Sure, the baby is remembered in nativity scenes, et al, but what does that mean? People know that a baby was born, but that’s about all…
I found this bit of news out today during my U.S. History class, when some student had a current event about said incident. The article was read, and the first thing that popped into my mind was “John Belushi,”
for some reason which I can’t explain… “It just popped in there…”
So the rest of the day went by relatively uneventful, until I got home a few minutes ago and went and talked to my mom.. She was watching the news, which was talking about the death of Chris Farley… and it was comparing Farley’s life to the life of John Belushi. Upon cognizing this, I nearly jumped through the roof. I pointed it out to my mom, who said that she thought they should be comparing him to John Candy also…
As if on cue, the reporter began talking about John Candy.
I left the room quickly then, and came in here and checked my mail and got a message saying Chris Farley had died and no one cared.
Anyway, that’s the story of how I found out Chris Farley died. Like anyone cares now, let alone in however many years from now.