Netflix and Celebrities

Well shoot me in the face and call me a liar. Did I watch my Netflix movie this week? No I did not. Did I have time to watch my Netflix movie this week? Yes I did. Do you know what I did instead? I read. I READ! I mean, if you know me AT ALL, that is a ginormous alteration in life style (just so you know, ginormous is actually a word according to Websters Dictionary and Blogger here deems it necessary to underline in red. Disappointed, Blogger. Keep up with the times). But do you know what it was I was reading? A book I had already read. That's right people. I ignored a movie for a book I already know the ending to! Well gosh darn it if my momma wouldn't be proud. Except, maybe she wouldn't be proud because it's Harry Potter. And she still doesn't seem to like the whole "witch" thing. Us kids - and some of our cousins and her sister-in-law - are trying to win her over. Don't worry. It will happen. And her world will be much the better for it. (I'm not sure why I'm speaking in crazy southern language today... "gosh darn it if my momma"? Really Alli?)

To completely throw you off the horse (arrrrggghh! There's another phrase! Where are they coming from?!), let's talk about celebrities, shall we? I pay attention to them. And I hate myself for it. I go on people.com practically everyday to see how Reese Witherspoon's wedding planning is coming along (I'm happy to report that the big day went off without a hitch) or to see if Willow Smith has yet another hair style gone wrong (most recent photo shows it being orange... I mean I'm just sayin'). Are Kristin and Robert *really* a couple? Why the hell did Carrie and Shia ever break up?! I <3 that George and Angie are trying to save the world. But you know what I noticed? Not many Christian celebrities get highlighted. The reasons I think are pretty obvious, and yet... it would be awesome to see Steven Curtis Chapman walking out of his local Starbucks with drink in hand. And knowing that Donald Miller has to pump his own gas. This is the internet-frenzy 21st century, there has got to a website out there for those kinds of things, no? Let me know if you find it.

All this stems from a blog post I read from Jon Acuff, author of the best selling book "Stuff Christians Like" (based off the title of "Stuff White People Like"). He was traveling on Southwest for work I assume and Michael W. Smith just happened to be on his flight... and he mentally freaked. As I think would I. (Please click on the link and read the post; it's for your own good.) Now, the question is: how would you react in that situation? Some of my thought processes would be extremely similar (see: "What if I just started singing [Friends are Friends Forever] instead? Would other people on the plane join in? Would that be awkward or would I 'find my place in this world'?"). That would be me, except without the book. And thus without an excuse to even approach Mr. Smith or interrupt his real-celebrity inspired indoor-sunglasses use. I mean for real, who wears sunglasses on a plane? Get over yourself, MWS! (Mr. Smith, if you read this blog, I profusely apologize. I know you are doing great things for the Lord. Inspiring, really. No offense. No offense.)

To end this blog I have two things to say:
1) I ramble and I need to have more cohesive thoughts (+10 for using a GRE word)
2) I want to leave you with this wonderment from, my guess is somewhere around 1987. "In the fertile soil of you"? I'm thinking MWS is still squirming from that lyric faux pas. And I think that checker jacket really is accented well by the neon background. Bring back the mullet, Michael! CUH-lassic.