Fool of a Took!

How's it going? So I ended up reading The Da Vinci Code because DJ loaned it to me, and... I don't know... it's a fairly good story, but the theme of the novel carries no weight and is another example of modern artists trying in vain to be deep or profound and failing miserably. If you're not familiar with the book, it posits that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene and sired a child with her, who in turn produced the Merovingian dynasty. Furthermore, the Vatican is in perpetual war with the bloodline's protectors, the Priory of Sion, to keep the whole deal hush-hush, because it proves that Jesus wasn't divine. I'm no stranger to the theory; it was expounded in a book I read some time ago called Holy Blood, Holy Grail (Mary is the Holy Grail, according to these rubes, because she carries royal blood ), and needless to say, there's enormous flaws in their theory. First and foremost, perhaps the most blatant error they make, and in a way, the crux of their argment, is this: they argue that the Bible's description of the Grail and its whereabouts don't match up with circumstantial evidence regarding the Grail. The problem? The Bible doesn't once mention the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail was an invention of a French poet named Chretien de Troyes, who identified it as a magical stone. It took centuries for it to become the cup that Jesus drank from at the Last Supper and his blood was later collected in.
But that's neither here nor there. What's far more important is that Loomis has another gig this Saturday at the Frontline in Machesney Park at 7:00, and let me tell you right now: it is going to be intense. Apparently the Frontline attracts lot of hardcore kids, so there will definitely be brutality abounding at that show. The absurd thing about all of this is that I will be seeing Jesus Christ Superstar earlier that day at 2:00, only because my dad's friend procured tickets for all of us many, many, many moons ago, and I'm now honor-bound to go. At least it isn't Avenue Q or some (even more) pointless rubbish like that, I guess. God help me.
Well, folks, I've said my piece; thanks, as always, for listening.

Love, Ian