Dear Audrey Dana,
I was deep in my morning ignition minutes, aka the morning semi-consciousness I use to experience sharp insights about myself, those around me, and the world (yeah, I know, it sounds freaky of me, but they’re my ignition minutes, you know? Those precious minutes during which your brain is sending sparks to your body, and sparks to the Universe, and actual truths or priorities spark out along the way).
Anyway, let’s get to the point, I concluded this morning that 1) yes, our French President Mr Sarkozy is canceling advertising on public television, not to increase the quality of the programs, as is explained via his very righteous sincere deep-felt communication system, but simply to make it logical and possible to get one of those public channels privatized. Yes, that *is* kinda freaky, I’ll admit, that my first thoughts in the morning go to television, which I never watch, and Mr Sarkozy, whom I never voted for. But bear with me.
The reason I thought about TV is because on February 22, I’ll be watching it. It’s only happened once or twice, maybe, in 8 years, so why? Why, do you ask with urgent concern, will I be, low and behold, watching the spawn of all evils with antennas?? Because you, Audrey Dana, and *this* was my very first thought, are nominated for a César. Holy Crap. Your first actual feature-length movie gets you a nomination for the Césars, you rocking human being of a glorious joy of my life!!! I’m so excited, I could fly.
Which means, of course, that I will have to watch the ceremony. What with Audrey Dana and Marion Cotillard, there’s simply plenty to be giddy about, in front of a TV screen if that’s the way it must be. So there, I’m announcing it, I need someone to host a ceremony party with a connected TV screen I can be glued to for a couple of hours. Maybe I’ll buy the connection cable for our screen. My own parties are the ones I like best, in the end. Yeah, I know… What can I say?
Congratulations, Audrey. Your power and your energy and your work and your talent are now public. And that’s the very least of what you deserve, and will receive from now on.
I love you madly, Soeur d’Amour.
MND
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