So it’s been slow.
I did some laundry. I downloaded some Cowboy Bebop and Tegan and Sara and that Nico song Wes Anderson used in The Royal Tenenbaums. I’ve been avoiding the news. (I haven’t been doing such a good job at avoiding the news, but my intentions are pure.) I walked all over downtown to a bunch of third-string temp agencies and dropped resumes off with people who all said, well, right now, you know, but hey, we’ll call you. I’ve written so many cover letters I’m getting writer’s block staring at my own letterhead. How many ways can you say “Give me the fucking job already”without, you know, seeming desperate?
But this wasn’t supposed to be about that. Any of that. —I could tell you about Wil Wheaton. You know how he looked in Stand by Me? Especially that moment in the swamp or whatever, they’ve just done something exciting, and he leans back against the tree and closes his eyes. I looked just like that when I was that age, or maybe a little younger. Even had that striped shirt, except it was the ’70s and not the ’80s pretending to be the ’50s. None of which really means much of anything except I’m curiously touched he’s still, you know, keeping it real, or whatever you call it. Not doing anything that’s likely to land him on E! anytime soon. And if he isn’t as funny as I sometimes think he thinks he is, who is? He’s managed to retain some small scraps of dignity,which is an impressive feat in this day and age. —So you’ve probably read his blog before and everything, and the line about the 50,000 monkeys is pretty good, but you maybe didn’t know he swept his categories in the 2002Bloggies (hey, I didn’t know till five minutes ago),and you probably haven’t read this amusing article about his blog. And yes, the bit about who would win, Anakin or Wesley, is pretty much exactly as funny as I think he thinks it is.
Hey! The only other thing I could think of was this joke from a humor magazine somebody I knew or maybe it was the brother or cousin of somebody I knew, or ex-girlfriend or something, the linkage is unclear to me now, but anyway, they went to Emory, and maybe they sent it to my roommate (who looked like a young, scruffy Billy Joel, so), and anyway, I thought it was so funny I scribbled it on my dorm room door froshling year. It’s a poster for a late ’80s superconcert:
Squeeze
The Firm
Hooters
INXS
—with—
XTC
See? Like I said. Slow.
