Karen Hall has issued something of a fatwa, or declaration of war, against me for introducing my dear friend Charlie the Unicorn to her and her unsuspecting family. Oddly, novice Jason and Karen's five year-old son and I have something in common: we all find Charlie to be lethally hysterical.
Let me offer this as an apology:
I am a Jesuit. I am poor, chaste, and obedient. In addition to this, I am going bald. I like to pray. I play the accordion. I teach a course on the tin whistle.
Do I sound like the poster boy for GQ?
I like cartoons - my father will attest that I would make every effort to watch the X-Men cartoons (even in college) and that I enjoy Pokemon. I still read the Harry Potter books (and the Chronicles of Narnia and the Lord of the Rings) and I'm proud of the fact that I am really little more than a big, bald kid.
So, Karen, I am SO SORRY that I find inane unicorns funny. I'm sorry that the spiritual quest they embark upon to find the fabled Candy Mountain is not funny to all. I'm sorry that the magical leopluridan and a rickety bridge aren't downright hysterical.
Perhaps I should say: I am sorry.
If it is any consolation, apparently my maternal uncles (and probably my paternal uncle) think I'm crazy, too. Nonetheless, I stand firm in saying that I do laugh each time I watch Charlie.
By the way, a Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all. And Karen, if your anger has abated by the time you arrive, I'll look forward to seeing you next week. Otherwise, I'll lock myself in my room...alone, except for Charlie!