Tuesday, June 08, 2004
One Day With Pauses
For just one day it would be funny if everyone's life turned into a soap opera. And I don't mean that in the cliched way. I mean it in the literal way: it would be funny if we all spoke so dramatically, and then after speaking -- oh, say every five or ten minutes or so -- there would be this 15-20 second dramatic pause, in which we would stare at each other while harsh, synthesized music filled the room. Then everything would go dark for three or five minutes. Then we'd see each other again -- both staring just as intently as before -- and then we'd begin speaking again.
We'd all live in a place called Ocean City or Willow's Peak. There would be candles and thin wine glasses in every cabinet. The mayor would be corrupt. No windows would have any draperies. The villain would be from Eastern Europe and wear black. There would probably be a trendy hang-out bar with an overworked waitress who had a tiring sense of humor; the bar would always be half-filled with typically 1-2 couples of well-dressed white people dancing as awkwardly as white people have ever danced.
We'd all live in a place called Ocean City or Willow's Peak. There would be candles and thin wine glasses in every cabinet. The mayor would be corrupt. No windows would have any draperies. The villain would be from Eastern Europe and wear black. There would probably be a trendy hang-out bar with an overworked waitress who had a tiring sense of humor; the bar would always be half-filled with typically 1-2 couples of well-dressed white people dancing as awkwardly as white people have ever danced.
