pinky and the brain

[sab]

at that point where Nick at Nite turns to Nick, Jr, and where my sitcoms turn to cartoons and I'm sick and still not asleep. It's a cold, though. not Anthrax. Shana promised.

Helen's up tomorrow, we'll Farscape, I've also got to call these folks about the music job. Then I'm in Princeton on Friday, and G's here on Wednesday, and around, and around, because somehow in all the confusion I lost being alone, and that's weird and new and very very cool, especially because I have G with me, all the time, and I love her.

because nothing really changes, or maybe we just can't process it?

or maybe it's the same way a soap opera's just like Sesame Street. You tune in ten years later, they're still at the same party, still having the same fights. You tune in ten years later, they're still learning the vowel sounds for "e."

You tune in ten years later, and we're all ten years older. And yesterday Margaret wanted to bury a time capsule "so a hundred years from now people would know that this land was occupied by good, decent, well-meaning people." Klinger offered his Scarlett O'Hara dress, and Hawk tossed in Radar's bear. and I still wasn't sure what that meant, because even in there she said "this land was occupied" but then I realized, things don't change, that much, and they'll still recognize a fanbelt in the future.

a yi yi, yi yi...

You know, it's like they say, we can't remember pain. that's why we have babies, and then more babies. Why we get tattoos, and then more tattoos.

There's just a limit to what we can process, and for me, these days, it's about the height and shape of G and lives in Princeton half the time.

and for the rest, I've got Farscape, and Hawkeye.

and Jo and Shana and Punk, and Step and LE. and the rest. Which, as Jesse once said, "translates loosely as 'the professor and Maryanne.'"

(oh, and I was Trixie.)

Comments

Awww.

[lenadances.livejournal.com]

Don't fret, little darlin', everything'll be all riiiiight. [/best Texan drawl]. Or, at least it'll be different. Very, very different.

I'm not sleeping, either. I feel for you. Got to see Godzilla on TV this morning, but that just kind of weirded me out. Eh.

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[therealjae.livejournal.com]

All these mangoes, takin' care of each other and just enjoying each other. You guys rock.

-J

[furies.livejournal.com]

i must have just missed you, this morning. i have done no sleeping, no sleeping and things are going. i am glad you don't have anthrax though. for many reasons. such as: what would i do on november 3rd? whose hair would i rub chapstick in? these are very important things, you know. and there's always hawkeye, isn't there, even when the chicken is there too. even if it's the yankees and the d'backs, because i know how to say tom glavine's name now. and you and g dance to salsa, and i smile just thinking.