Sunday, November 9, 2008
Just for the record
I leave in 11 hours for...well who knows what really. I am a little overwhelmed today as I put the finishing touches on my packing and look around this place one last time. I feel a little like the last episode of a long running sit-com where the star look over the set one last time before turning off the lights, or closing the door or whatever they do on final episodes. I know what you are saying...for every door that closes another opens and all that malarkey, and somewhere deep in my cynical heart I guess I wouldn't be traveling to the outer reaches of America if I didn't believe that. It is cold and gray this AM here in Illinois. I am sure it will be colder and grayer in Alaska, but never mind that now. Weather is a state of mind, or so I have been told. They say ( there goes THEY opening their big mouths again ) you are only as cold as your mind allows you to be. Well I am sure the makers of winter coats and really warm gloves would disagree. Oh well back to my sit-com finale.
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2 comments:
Yeah, but life ain't no sit-com. Life is reality, and reality sucks.
But, if you insist, try the MTM ending when they all leave the newsroom at the end and turn off the lights.
How about St. Elsewhere when we are told the entire story took place in the mind of an autistic kid. Kafka would be fucking proud.
Personally, I think it would be funny if you woke up next to Suzanne Pleschette.
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