Jeux sans frontiers.

FRO-OST. Frost. This morning. Frosty. It begins.

So I think my iPod is trying to tell me something. For the past 4 times that I've gone to work, between the train station and my building, my iPod plays Games Without Frontiers while in shuffle mode. What is my iPod trying to communicate to me? What is the special message?

Here is the politically incorrect portion of today's post. Often, on my car, there is a couple who are...intellectually challenged? Is that the right way to say it. The man appears to have mild Down's Syndrome if that's even possible, and the woman just seems to be really un-smart. Every morning he sits while she stands beside him, gazing adoringly at him in a way that at first, made me think she was his mother. However, the way she runs her fingers through his hair and kisses his forehead is un-mother-like enough to persuade me she is in fact, his girlfriend, or not.

He seems to enjoy the attention as a very young child would. Unreciprocated. He has a book everyday that he reads without looking up at her. Why does he always get the chair? Why doesn't she get pissed that he ignores her for his book? Is she his mother? Does she not mind because she is lacking in sharpness? I want to know how very, very uh, clinically dim people function in a love relationship. Surely they feel all the same emotions and have the same needs? Or do they? Are they just less articulated or do they have less needs as certain things just wouldn't occur to them? Is life more simple for the simple or more confusing? Do they lack complex emotions or are they just unable to process them? I want to hang out and observe them at home. Does this make me, what's the right way to say this...creepy? An ignorant jerk?

What do I have to go by except TV portrayals like Corky from Life Goes On or whatever that show was called ( I really liked that show by the way. Even with Patty Lupone being in it. How weird am I?), or some made for TV movie about 2 intellectually challenged parents who give their son a peanut butter, sponge and dice sandwich for his school lunch and tell each other they love each other by saying "My shoes hurt."....wait, that was a comedy sketch by Bob and David...

I have to admit that I have been trying to quell the inappropriate urge to type certain words because I was brought up with them as an integral part of my schoolyard vocabulary. Like the Catholic urge, that can't be shaken, even by an ex-catholic, to administer sacred rights in a pinch, the slang bubbles in my vocal cords, waiting to be released. However, I am an adult now. A sensitive adult with a sense of the appropriate and moral restraint.

On another topic. I noticed that the cold was so dense and thick this morning, it retarded the ability to be warm in my home. Oh, oh now. Not right. Not right at all. Very very bad. Seriously, does anyone need me to give them some emergency communion?

It's funny how you are a Catholic unless you are excommunicated. Even if you profess to be an Atheist, you are still technically a Catholic. Even if you drink yourself stupid and shout at children and use Jesus and Christ as an adjective, (ie: If you don't hand me the Jesus remote I'll shove the Christing TV up your hole.) you are still a Catholic. At least that's what I got out of Catholic education. I believe all of Newfoundland and Ireland knows what I'm talking about also. I don't think I'm the only one.