Wookin' Pa Nub

Through a convoluted series of events, my tv is at Maura's house right now. Normally, this would not be a big deal, but if it's 1:23 am on a Saturday night ... er Sunday morning ... that means it's time for Saturday Night Live. I don't care about the new episodes -- it's the late rerun that's important. I can get still get audio thanks to my stereo-out. At 1:30 we'll find out what the late rerun is; I'm hoping it's a post '95 episode -- once you reach the age of twenty, episodes of SNL are largely disposable, and I'd hate to miss the sociological value that comes packed with every early 1980's-era SNL.

(The episode on right now seems to be a "Best of SNL commercials" special. They just played the "Buckwheat Sings!" commercial. You know: "Wookin' pa nub in all da wrong paces ...")

Where was I?

I was walking home late this evening and I passed a construction site. I was vaguely tempted to break into the site and climb the five-story crane and dive to the concrete below. Some dude did that when Alysha was crushing on him (she was 17? 18?) and she was screwed up for most of the next decade. I thought about that and thought that it'd be nice to screw up ... whom? I dunno. Somebody who's crushing on me. There is the possibility that Maura likes me in that way, but there is the equal possibility that she's a sociopath and I'm misreading her damnably sociopathic signals. I've known gals like that. They're trouble. I was listening to the Clash on my iPod as I passed the tempting suicide crane and "Janie Jones" came on. You know:

He's in love with rock and roll, woah.
He's in love with getting stoned, woah.
He's in love with Janie Jones, woah.
He don't like his boring job, no!

It's all true and simultaneously not true.

(The late rerun is a late 80's episode. Tom Hanks is the host. I saw this episode when it first ran. I == old.)

(Mmm ... "Change Bank" commercial. I remember seeing that when it was first run. I remember feeling so wise and weary in the ways of SNL. I guess it was all downhill after that. Downhill at age 13 -- can you imagine? You must!)

Where was I?

I was walking Maura's dog while she napped. We went to my place. Winston was largely unimpressed once we got to my place. He missed his mom. I need more bones in my fridge.

Where was I?

I was singing "My Way" in front of a dozen people I didn't know. It went well. I was the oldest person in the room, so my "My Way" had an undeniable validity. Was it all theatricality? I don't know -- perhaps indeed I have done it my way. If "it" is "a life of dissipation and lacklustre decision-making", then yes, I have done it my way.

Earlier in the evening it was nice to recognize that I had the attention of a half-dozen people, so I used my classic line:

So how did I end up in Saskatoon? The way anyone ends up in Saskatoon: a series of poor life decisions.