Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Do Not Mistake Coincidence For Fate, i.e., Living La Vida Loca!






That first line was something Mr. Eko said to John Locke on LOST and it does (kinda) tie in here. While I was unemployed in the spring of 2006, making tiny amounts of money from my royalty checks and posing with my cerebral palsy "look" for a medical stock photo place up north, I came across my guilty pleasure. Everyone has one. Maybe for you its Miller High Life, the Champagne of Beers, or sweet, sweet octopus love. For me, back in that cruel winter just two years back, I started watching DANCING WITH THE STARS. Stop laughing. I watched because of Stacy Keibler. Those who know me know that any woman who has a cleft in her chin or swears in Polish can have my heart. I never knew about dances like the posa dobre, but to see Stacy tango or cha cha, gaah. Well, they ran the top ten dances from the first five seasons tonight--please note that I have not watched the show since Stacy came in third, and will not unless Abe Vigoda or Bob Newhart cowboy up for the slow dancing--and hours later I still cannot get that damn Ricky Martin song out of my head. Mother of mercy, save us. The top photo is Stacy and her professional dance partner, Tony Provolone or Toblerone, something like that. Then there's more Stacy, then there's Stacy as Catwoman, and then...there's Catwoman from the comics, Selina Kyle as drawn by Adam Hughes, holding a mug shot card with The Numbers (from LOST and my last post) on them. Coincidence? When I went to Google images, I never expected to find Catwoman Stacy on the 1,400 pages I, ah, randomly checked. Then when I went to find a funny ending for this post, hoping for a shot of Abe Vigoda as Catwoman (or maybe Poison Ivy...oooh, the possibilities), I cam across the artwork posted. Coincidence? Fate? Determinism? Reality-check? (As in, Wayne, you are never going to meet her, hell, you won't even meet Abe Vigoda OR Bob Newhart, either, so let it go already). Yea, yea, yea. Still hearing that song in my head, though. And...well...