catawampus [kat-uh–wom-puhs] adj. 1. askew; awry 2. positioned diagonally; cater-cornered ∞ adv. 3. diagonally; obliquely: We took a shortcut and walked catawampus across the field.
Satchel Paige (1906), Pierre Cardin (1922), Doc Severinsen (1927), Ringo Starr (1940), Joe Spano (1946), Shelley Duvall (1949), Jim Gaffigan (1966), Michelle Kwan (1980)
I have a mostly cynical view of the world and, in particular, this country we live in. But, on the other hand, I have optimistic tendencies from time to time. Actually, if I have to be completely honest, it’s probably the other way around. I’m more of an optimist than a cynic.
The more I see of what’s going on around me, I don’t feel like I’ll be that way forever. Perhaps that’s the natural progression of life or whatever. But am I the only one who thinks everything is completely fucked up? Let’s explore the Casey Anthony situation.
Casey Anthony killed Caylee, her two-year old daughter. That’s the bottom line. In my mind, that’s factual information. I disregard the not-guilty verdict that came down earlier this week. She did it.
After her daughter went missing she felt no need to alert authorities. Instead, she partied her ass off for a month straight and even entered something called a hard-body contest. She got a tattoo that read, “Bella Vita” or “Good Life.” She created a story in which an imaginary nanny kidnapped her daughter. She told investigators she worked at Universal Studios, took them there and wandered around for a while before admitting to them she hadn’t worked there in years. She did internet searches for “neck breaking” and “chloroform.” Those are just a few items in the long list of incongruities surrounding the death of Caylee Anthony.
Those things, while damning, don’t translate to Casey Anthony being guilty of murder. But Caylee Anthony was murdered. Her remains were eventually found in three different bags, duct tape attached to her skull, around the area of Casey Anthony’s parents’ home.
Unless you’ve been conducting some sort of research in a remote area of the world for the past year, you all ready know all of the above and more.
And knowing what you know, you most likely had the same reaction on Tuesday when you found out Casey Anthony would serve less than another year in jail and then would be free to go about her life: nausea. Lots and lots of nausea.
I’m of the opinion that a lot of aspects of our society don’t work the way they’re intended but I’ve always been a fan of our legal system. I understand that the prosecution’s case had holes in it a mile wide. But, COME ON. We all know Casey Anthony killed her daughter. At the very least, she had intimate knowledge of how it happened.
I’m pissed about this. Yes, mainly because a defenseless little girl was murdered by the one person in the world who was supposed to be protecting her. But, on a lesser note, I’m pissed because it’s just another incident causing me to inch further away from a closet optimist to a devout cynic.
More than anything else the sensation is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination. ↔ Wilbur Wright
There’s a song by The Muppets that’s been in my head for days: “Movin’ Right Along.” I have no idea why I keep humming it but hopefully posting it here will exorcise it.
→ I’m continually in awe of these gentlemen. Happy to hear they’re doing this.
→ I heard about this at work the other day. There’s a lesson here but for the life of me I can’t figure out exactly what it is.
→ I’m going to leave you with a trailer for Awake, a new show on NBC this fall. I’m asking all of you to watch it and let me know what you think. I’ll reveal my thoughts on it in tomorrow’s post.