CSotD: You can’t tell Forrest from the trees
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PC & Pixel not only picks up on a couple of pet peeves of mine — crappy, unnecessary Hollywood remakes and phony "archival" film — but reawakens some paranoia, in turn reminding me of the old graffito, "Even paranoids have some enemies."
Or, put another way, it reminds me of something I wrote nearly 20 years ago, which in turn reminds me of yet another pet peeve, mentioned here before, which is that, while people use the term "Cassandra" to mean someone who is always crying woe, the point of the mythic character is not that she was a wet blanket but that she was right and nobody would listen.
So maybe I was being paranoid when I wrote this, but, if so, I happened to strike upon something that, 19 years and most of the Internet later, I'm still willing to stand behind. And I'd like to enter the acquittal of OJ some 15 months after this column ran as evidence of my Cassandraness.
Though it's probably pointless to offer evidence in a discussion of the value of evidence, yes.
Anyway, I meant what I said and I said what I meant, a Cassandra is faithful 100 percent, and I said it well enough then that I'll just say it again by running the original, which I could have transcribed but, given the context, deserves to be seen with all the scratches and flaws of the digitized microfilm whence it comes. (I did break it down into columns for easier reading.)
Oh, but one more thing: If you buy half-decent chocolates, there is either a code in the shapes, colors and swirls or a map in the lid that will tell you what you're about to bite into.*
(*Yes, it's Sally Field Reference Week at CSOTD. Right about unions yesterday, wrong about candy today. Tomorrow, can nuns fly?)
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