Well really I have no right to; I have never met the man, and I never will, him being dead and all. My mother has recently conceived an obsession with him. Apparently he was this fabulous actor from when she was my age, and she's having a mid-life flashback or something. She had a crush! on him and is reliving her youth - well that's fine and dandy, but why should I have to suffer?
Because you see, the result of all this mania is that she watches Steve McQueen movies over and over and over and over and over again until everyone else in the household, who is sane and does not drool over Steve McQueen, begins to sincerely wish they did not have eyes to see with and ears to hear with.
I exaggerate. But not by much!
Friday, July 02, 2004
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