Martha reminded me that I hadn't put anything up here about our convalidation ceremony, which happened on the 15th. It was a very nice little ceremony, which took place in the church we go to, St. John Neumann in Canton, during mass. As a result, of course, and by virtue of the fact that we've been through confirmation recently, we're known faces now, throughout the church, and thus, in the community. Pray that I don't say or do anything particularly untoward, I'm liable to hear about it on Sunday now. The ad slogan says "tell her you'd marry her all over again." Forget it! Do like we did and just DO it! I'm very committed to my wife, and I love her dearly. I probably really should find a place to put a picture of her, somewhere relatively dignified but discreet in amongst my subbing stuff. Now there's a challenge. Anyway, I didn't feel as nervous doing this as I did when we actually got married, mostly because when we did this, the priest was already there. And better, by the absence of trains going by. Our celebratory act was going to Stratford, Ontario, to see "Oklahoma!" at the Festival Theatre, which was really nice. 'Twas low-stress; that's always good. I'd do it again. The manners in which one can celebrate love, from a holy father to Elvis are all special, and unique in their own way; I'd make it a personal quest to try out as many as possible, but that could get weird. If I'm lucky maybe we will be able to arrange other forms, and get the pix to prove it.
Martha also sent me an email recently, an open letter from a self-appointed "office b*tch," that appeared somewhere on the internet, in a seemingly endless tirade about her hellish working conditions. Sorry, maybe I'm just an idiot, or maybe it's the fact that I've never worked in an actual office setting, but I failed to see the humor in this. The other possibility, too, is that such stuff just isn't "guy" humor. Generally speaking, guys, myself included, have had one too many close encounters with women we wished we'd never come into contact with (present company excluded,) for this kind of stuff to really be amusing. At least one woman in the past of every man has ranted unendingly about every concievable issue, from bank balance to hair length, and all points in between. Guys don't see that as funny, we start trying to figure out exactly what our "mute" button is going to take the shape of. On the flip side, women, generally, speaking don't really see the humor in the Three Stooges, and frankly, neither do I, for the most part. My own sense of humor runs in many ways in the "Theatre of the Absurd" vein; Robin Williams talking about making it fair, and giving the deer a 12-gauge and a flak jacket, that kind of thing. I always did think "The Far Side's" Gary Larson was my kinda genius. It could also be why your average guy is so turned off by the inattentive aloofness of cats; give us a doting Retriever or Shepherd, and damn the slobber. A stupid cat is suitable comic relief, but they can be hard to come by.
In other news, once again, Audi trounced all over everyone else at the 24 Hours of Le Mans, winning with the diesel-powered R10 for the fourth straight year. Audi has also won most of the Le Mans races in the past 10 years, with one or two lapses. It's a pity Mercedes Benz' luck always manages to be so bad at Le Mans, (they haven't fielded a Le Mans effort in close to ten years now, after a famous upside-down-and-airborne debacle, and a crowd-killing disaster in the 1950s,) they're about the only company currently who usually manages to keep up with Audi's engineering.


And this? Much as The Bible tells us a good wife is awesome in ways uncountable, this just rocks.
http://www.topgear.com/content/timetoburn/sections/galleries/other/ferrari_60th_anniversary_covers/05/