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Republicans, Astronauts, and Cel written @ 10:26 PM on September 17, 2004 The College Republicans are not exactly our campus's favorite school organization these days. The life-sized cardboard cutout of George W. is very unnerving and... creepy. And I'm not saying that because I stand left of center. It was very interesting watching those members who were brave enough to wear their blue shirts with the obnoxiously large elephants on them in the cafeteria yesterday. And then you see those wearing said shirts with big black Sharpie Xs over the elephants... and those who are blairing Kerry/Edwards Ts and strutting in front of the lonely table where the Republicans tend to gravitate toward on the dinner hour. Ah, election year in a college, eh? "We need to come up with some clever Kerry/Edwards shirts," I said to Brian, after we both noted the array of political fashion du jour. "How about... I may be an ass, but at least I'm not on the Endangered Species List?" I suggested, making a play on the whole donkey/elephant thing. "No, no, we need something that is not so wordy," he said. "I heard a good one from somewhere. 'You never hear someone say, "Damn, what a fine piece of elephant."'" I cracked up. "That, my friend, is the Quote of the Day." And so here I am, recording it here on my diary. And then someone chimed in, "That's nothin', Sam. Listen to this: 'Practice Abstinence: No Dick or Bush in 2004.'" I do think I will be making t-shirts sometime soon, kids, what do you think? *** This week an old college capadre asked me if I would do him a favor and act in a series of scenes he wrote for this Friday's presentation of Thank God It's Theatre in the theatre department. I jumped on the chance since I haven't acted in anything since my senior year of high school, and I figured it wouldn't hurt. The collection of scenes was called something crazy like, "Astronauts, Sex, and Shiney Puppies," and I do think I am quite accurate when I say that these scenes were the most politically incorrect things I have ever participated in. Brad pretty much offended every ethnic and minority group in America... but oh my God was it hilarious. The audience today seemed to like it, even though many are still unsure as to what to think about it or what Brad hopes to contribute to society, but I guess you just have to know Brad. Funny thing is that Director Diabla stopped me on my way to the scene shop and said, "My, my, Sam, I didn't know you acted. I'll have to remember that." *wink, wink* I was gracious, of course, but I couldn't help but roll my eyes and give guttural moans as soon as her back was turned. I'll be goddamned if I ever get cast in one of her shows. Brian seems to think I could get a role if I suddenly showed up for an audition. Maybe I could. But right now I'm too focused on scenic design and my art to even fool around with acting, like it days of yore. Yet in the back of my mind, I keep thinking, "Mmm, maybe someday..." *** And in the news of the bizarre, my second cousin twice removed died around four in the morning on the 16th. Celestine was quite old to be sure, a relic from the days when the family still lived in Pittsburgh. I always liked her name; in fact I used her name for one of my characters in my books, but that character was of the evil, conniving sort and cousin Cel was none of that. I remember Grandma griping long ago how Cel was born with a hole in her heart and that she ought to have it treated. I don't think Cel ever did, though. Her health had been declining the past couple of years, I think. This weekend she had gone to a wedding of my second cousin-three-times-removed son's wedding (or some crazy connection like that), and another second cousin twice removed told Cel's husband Al that as soon as they got home to Pittsburgh, he ought to get Cel to the hospital "'cause she ain't gonna to make it to Christmas.'" Sure enough, Donna's prophesy came true. Al took Cel home to Pittsburgh but he didn't take her to the hospital. And that early morning she died in her sleep. Mom and I were debating whether or not if it would have made much of a difference if she had gone to the hospital, but more than likely, since her heart problems were chronic I guess, the answer is probably not. Cel was a nice lady. I haven't seen her since '98 when my grandfather died, but she gave me my first ever unicorn water globe when I was six. I still have it. But poor Al, what he must be feeling now. I would like to go to the funeral to not only pay my respects but also to collect genealogy information, but I can't possibly leave school now. *sigh* What can you do? R.I.P Celestine.
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