Here is a conversation I had the other day with E.S.:
Faustus: Oh, my God, have you seen Celine Dion’s crying plea from Larry King Live?
E.S.: No, I haven’t.
Faustus: It was totally moving. She was so impassioned. She gave a million dollars to relief efforts and then she attacked the administration for its lack of response to Katrina and for the war in Iraq and then she sang a beautiful song. I cried.
E.S.: Now there’s a shock.
Faustus: It made me want to buy a Celine Dion CD.
E.S.: Really? What would you do with it?
Faustus: Shut up.
E.S.: Do you even know who Celine Dion is?
Very noble with respect to the donation and moving, but almost histrionic, n’est pas?
After seeing the video, I want to see her in concert now! Leave E.S. at home and we’ll jet off to Vegas.
We thought Larry’s follow-up was a classic! LARRY: “…. would ya sing us a song?” He asked like 3 or 4 times! Sometimes I love that old crank.
Whereas it just made me waste half an hour trying to find a transcript of the Celine Dion’s Martin Luther King Day sketch from Mad TV.
E.S. has got your number so bad.
Elle est Quebecois, they are designed by the hand of Canadian god to be histrionic.
I thought it was a great moment, and very moving, but one part of me wanted her to start screaming “Tabernacle! Tabernacle! Va t’empaler encule, George Bush!”
We’ve moved from titillating sexual exploits… to finding love at long last… to Harry Potter… to weeping over Celine?
Oh my! We are becoming rather housefrau-ish as we glide ever-so-gently into our thirties, aren’t we?
Re. Celine: I can’t remember when I last felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
Maybe it was the last time I heard a Celine Dion album.
Oh my, Broderick. Never rely on Babelfish to come up with an intelligible translation. “Va t’empaler, encule”? That doesn’t even make sense.
Viva Celine, girl! We love her even more the tragic-er she gets.
Oh, I plugged you, ah, errrrrrrrr, ummmm I mean I plugged your blog here. =)
*laughing* David is sooo right. E.S. has got your number.
I thought it was more common than it apparently is to find her completely nauseating. Between the horse face, skeletal figure and marrying her friggin’ father (more or less), I have a hard time even thinking about her.
But I do admit to a secret fondness for that hideous Titanic song–I know it’s hideous but I love it anyway.
I guess we all have our weaknesses.
Don’t worry Celine.. we haven’t forgotten you….