Sometimes I ponder things too deeply.

My crush on Kathy Griffin, why Star Wars really means nothing to me but Star Trek gives me a happy or what Mabel be plotting in her quest for world domination. These things are meaningless I guess but I still can’t be sure all of these things are connected. My annoyance of not being able to find good films from Hong Kong in Hoots (but by golly, you can find a Chris Farley movie lying on the street like leaves in the fall after a good wind.)

Sigh.

So, this morning I’m avoiding the newsers because I just want to get through the next eight days until Barack Obama takes office and political pontificating just wasn’t on this morning’s agenda.

So I watched Inside the Actor’s Studio instead. I am honestly scared of James Lipton although I’m fascinated with him which is an odd combination. In all honesty, if Chris Isaak doesn’t want to be my one night boyfriend in my mind (purely physical, of course), I guess that Lipton would be the dude that would make sweet passionate love to my mind. And then I would die because I’m not smart enough for Lipton and I know this. He terrifies me. My brain would literally explode. In lieu of flowers if this indeed did happen, send Homer some T-shirt work and Squirrel Queen to the Superbowl.

Gots to take care of my peeps.

You see, I have Lipton phobia due to his large brain.

I’m watching Josh Brolin this morning and then John Travolta came on. He was, in all honesty, a sweet interview, didn’t back up from the Scientology questions and it was obvious that the interview was filmed several years ago.

Now, when I find something profound from Travolta to get me thinking, I have to curse Lipton, my secret crush. I also realize that Travolta lost his son last week and to see him talking about his children on this show was extremely tragic before his son’s death was grim because we, as the viewer, knew the outcome. Something else to think about.

He said “Life should be art.” Yes, Travolta said this apparently to Nick Cage when they were filming Face-Off. And so it started bouncing around in my cranium. He went on to say that people live like life is fast food.

I have no real words of wisdom about this except it’s sitting in my brain this morning. Have I ever told you how much I love the movie Face-Off.

In other navel gazing news, I watched Full Time Killer again this weekend. I had to get my Andy Lau on.

None of this is very exciting or particularly interesting I’m sure but I must say, living life as a work of art might stay with me for a few days. Yeah, I’ve heard it before, quite frankly, but for some reason, this morning it resonated with me.