Of course it’s not my Easter, which is next week in the Orthodox Church. But to everyone out there who’s celebrating the Resurrection by going to their first Mass in a while, by calling their grandmothers, or by biting off the head of a giant chocolate rabbit, I want to wish you a very happy Easter.
I shot the video above a few minutes ago. The toy chicken was an Easter gift from my girlfriend’s mother, and I know I’m in good with her when I get a pooping plastic chicken and my girlfriend doesn’t.
(And to add to my tragic dorkiness, the chicken is walking across The Salon.com Reader’s Guide to Contemporary Authors.)
So again, happy Easter. Don’t o.d. on eggs or chocolate or chocolate eggs. And, if you’re of the persuasion, don’t forget to give Jesus his mad props.