Random Esquire

Instigator and I had an interesting conversation about Tim Russert yesterday.  Instigator was saddened by his death and lamented the fact that someone else less meaningful to her hadn’t died, instead.

In fact, what she said was, “Why wasn’t it…I don’t know,…Ann Curry, for example.”

I barked, “Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Whoa.  Whoa.”

I like Ann Curry.

I said, “Why didn’t you say someone like Rush Limbaugh?  Or Ann Coulter?”

But her point was that those were such obvious choices and she was trying to name someone she didn’t wish death upon, but simply someone whose death would not have saddened her quite so much.   I offered up Katie Couric in lieu of Ann Curry.  No one is watching CBS evening news.  It might be a week before anyone even noticed.

You may recall that I like to try on other people’s faces.  When I see someone with an odd expression, I like to try to make the same expression.  I don’t think it’s that unusual, is it?  I want to see how it feels on my face.

Well, I had a new reaction the other day.  I saw this picture of Bill Cosby playing the drums.  (On MSNBC’s entertainment picture slideshow.)  And my first reaction was that I sort of wanted to slug him.

And then I realized that I want to slug John Mayer, as well.

I am forced to conclude that while I have a natural tendency to want to mimic an odd facial expression, if pushed too far, my next reaction is to want to slug it off their mug.

I’m not alone here, am I?  Whose mug do you want to slug?