Because Easter falls right between Valentine’s Day and Arbor Day on my list of favorite holidays, I must admit that I don’t really have anything dyed to hide around my yard. I’m probably not the only person who doesn’t know the date Easter is on until a few days beforehand. But for those of you who do celebrate it, enjoy!
Pretty strange that Easter is sharing one of the most infamous dates in World history: Hitler’s birthday (1889). Doesn’t the mental image of a bunch of Nazi skinheads hunting for dyed hand grenades behind burning crosses just send a shiver up your back? Not to be outdone, this is also the fourth anniversary of the Columbine shooting. I’ve heard it said that there is a link between the two—those two hoodlums having an affinity for Adolf and everything. Of course, I’ve also heard it said that they chose this day because of 420.
This date isn’t all bad; in 1916 the Chicago Cubs played their first game at Wrigley Field.
And of course, you could look on the bright side: At least Easter didn’t fall on April 19th this year. If that were the case, it would share the day with the tenth anniversary of Waco and the eighth anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing.
I guess you could say that this is the weekend for conspiracy theorists. Thank the Easter bunny that the “Full Sprouting Grass Moon” was Wednesday.
It Ain’t Easy Being Pink (or Yellow or Blue)
Peeps have to be Easter’s version of the fruit cake. With the exception of my father, who absolutely craves these things year-round, I don’t know very many people who actually eat them. Yet people do find interesting ways of keeping Peep’s alive. A friend of mine at work (howdy Otto) has a brother, David Ottogalli, who is a “Peep artist.” This isn’t your run-of-the-mill paint a mustache on the Peep and call it Tom Selleck. In fact, David has been featured on NPR. Thanks to Otto, I have several magnetic Peeps hanging around my desk at work.
Papa Don’t Preach…He Really Don’t
And what would a Holy day be without some sage words from Madonna. I could really do an entire post on this subject and/or Madonna, and I probably will at some point, but I think this one speaks for itself. I’ll just say that I’m here to infuse a little morality into the blogging world. As of today, I shall affect a Canadian accent, assume the lotus position in my desk chair, and preach the virtues of curling to the world.
And you thought that this was just useless rambling, eh?
