This Freulein has been so busy caring for the children that she has hardly had any time for herself! And as any adult is aware, when you get sucked into the lives of your children (and their hot Naval Captain father!), any plans you had for yourself to be a productive member of Austrian society go right out the floor-to-ceiling double French doors. I might be dowdy and anti-social but I do live in a castle, folks!

Recently though, I did have time to catch a very important film. I saw An Inconvenient Truth and let me just say, Americans are stupid if they can't elect this guy to be their president. I skim Newsweek, I know about all your red provinces. Arrondissements? States? What is it you Americans have there? However you draw your intra-national borders, if you all don't allow your hearts and minds to be touched by his personal history and informative Powerpointing, you are as frivolous as the Baroness when she goes to Vienna for a day of shopping.



So I spent two hours being thoroughly informed by Mr. Gore and don't plan on having the seven children I care for (even though they aren't biologically mine) to live a life of being too hot and also underwater. There are some people however, like my fellow Austrian and your California Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, who want to just drive around in one of my LEAST favorite things, the Hummer car, and continue to ruin things for everyone. Ok, so even though I liked Kindergarten Cop, this penchant for running wild and careless with no regard for the earth most definitely IS a tumor. It is a tumor. This way of thinking must be excised or else humanity will be finished. Done. Over. Destroyed. Ended. What's another word for that?

Having a more fuel-efficient car would have been a God send (my apologies, Reverend Mother) back when me and Von Trapp and the seven kids were running from the Nazis. Instead we had to stop what seemed like every half hour to re-fill our 4 kilometer-per-litre gas guzzler. The jig was almost up for us when we were attempting to cross the Swiss border with the Nazis hot on our trail, if it wasn't for a strategically placed St. Bernard crossing that Rolf and his cronies got stuck behind, we would have certainly met our doom and that would likely have been the day the music died. Bye, bye Miss Austrian Strudel, to put it in a way you might understand. Luckily we were saved by those medicine dogs, which, if I may make a suggestion to Mr. Gore, could be the subject of your next documentary film as a solution to America's health care crisis.

But truly, your heart will be touched by images of melting icecaps and animated polar bears who drown because they can't find an iceberg to sit on and you must try to see this film to make a difference. In fact, in the extended version of "My Favorite Things" there is an entire stanza devoted to how much I enjoy the earth because of it's ability to maintain an inhabitable temperature, and also how penguins are very cute. I don't want that stanza to make very little sense to future generations of singers, do you? So see this film and educate yourself. Your children will thank you for not caring more about industrialization than their own futures which will become unbearably hot and humid. And as we all know, the only thing worse than a "wet heat" is being a lonely goatherder. Or a nun who can't act on her lusty feelings. I give this film the whole shebang, schnitzel with noodles and all.

posted by freuleinmaria @ 7:24 PM Comments: 0

This Freulein has been so busy caring for the children that she has hardly had any time for herself! And as any adult is aware, when you get sucked into the lives of your children (and their hot Naval Captain father!), any plans you had for yourself to be a productive member of Austrian society go right out the floor-to-ceiling double French doors. I might be dowdy and anti-social but I do live in a castle, folks!

Recently though, I did have time to catch a very important film. I saw An Inconvenient Truth and let me just say, Americans are stupid if they can't elect this guy to be their president. I skim Newsweek, I know about all your red provinces. Arrondissements? States? What is it you Americans have there? However you draw your intra-national borders, if you all don't allow your hearts and minds to be touched by his personal history and informative Powerpointing, you are as frivolous as the Baroness when she goes to Vienna for a day of shopping.



So I spent two hours being thoroughly informed by Mr. Gore and don't plan on having the seven children I care for (even though they aren't biologically mine) to live a life of being too hot and also underwater. There are some people however, like my fellow Austrian and your California Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, who want to just drive around in one of my LEAST favorite things, the Hummer car, and continue to ruin things for everyone. Ok, so even though I liked Kindergarten Cop, this penchant for running wild and careless with no regard for the earth most definitely IS a tumor. It is a tumor. This way of thinking must be excised or else humanity will be finished. Done. Over. Destroyed. Ended. What's another word for that?

Having a more fuel-efficient car would have been a God send (my apologies, Reverend Mother) back when me and Von Trapp and the seven kids were running from the Nazis. Instead we had to stop what seemed like every half hour to re-fill our 4 kilometer-per-litre gas guzzler. The jig was almost up for us when we were attempting to cross the Swiss border with the Nazis hot on our trail, if it wasn't for a strategically placed St. Bernard crossing that Rolf and his cronies got stuck behind, we would have certainly met our doom and that would likely have been the day the music died. Bye, bye Miss Austrian Strudel, to put it in a way you might understand. Luckily we were saved by those medicine dogs, which, if I may make a suggestion to Mr. Gore, could be the subject of your next documentary film as a solution to America's health care crisis.

But truly, your heart will be touched by images of melting icecaps and animated polar bears who drown because they can't find an iceberg to sit on and you must try to see this film to make a difference. In fact, in the extended version of "My Favorite Things" there is an entire stanza devoted to how much I enjoy the earth because of it's ability to maintain an inhabitable temperature, and also how penguins are very cute. I don't want that stanza to make very little sense to future generations of singers, do you? So see this film and educate yourself. Your children will thank you for not caring more about industrialization than their own futures which will become unbearably hot and humid. And as we all know, the only thing worse than a "wet heat" is being a lonely goatherder. Or a nun who can't act on her lusty feelings. I give this film the whole shebang, schnitzel with noodles and all.

posted by freuleinmaria @ 7:24 PM Comments: 0