after an extremely long pause...i once again give you...tamineh & co.
A vast no-man's land seperates the two trenches. It's like a world war II battlefield, just sans any dead bodies. There is, however, significant evidence of warfare lying idly on the ground. Shells left behind from ellipsis bullets; spent run-on clips; scattered munitions of stray commas; something resembling a crater- proof of a resounding explosion of Iambic Pentameter 3000.
If this were Tamineh's movie, we'd hear a voice coming from somewhere left off the screen. "My 8-year old brother knows bigger words than that!"
Soon enough, Andy realizes that he won't be watching Woody Allen's new movie today, Tamineh realizes Daschund may never love her, Chloe realizes she has bad comforting skills, and Ned realizes he might never find a civilized place to empty his bladder. They all frown simultaneously, causing the wookie bartender to roar sympathetically. They each head home sullenly, never to see each other again (never, in this case, meaning six years from now).
If this were Tamineh's movie, we'd see the words "six years later" come across the screen in shimmering white, the same shimmering white that is characteristic of movie captions. Then we'd move on the following scene. However, since life very rarely follows the standards of cinematography, these words will appear nowhere, the six years will neverthless pass (though few will notice), and the scene will come.
It will be on a Sunday afternoon. One of those excruciatingly uneventful and slow-paced afternoons that could only happen on a Sunday. The only kind of afternoon that could cause a war.
Quick side note:
I've been inspired to do good in life. Be good. By a quote and a song.
"Sobriety is good enough. But someday, I'd like to lead a life based on doing good things instead of just not doing bad things."
If this were Tamineh's movie, we'd hear a voice coming from somewhere left off the screen. "My 8-year old brother knows bigger words than that!"
Soon enough, Andy realizes that he won't be watching Woody Allen's new movie today, Tamineh realizes Daschund may never love her, Chloe realizes she has bad comforting skills, and Ned realizes he might never find a civilized place to empty his bladder. They all frown simultaneously, causing the wookie bartender to roar sympathetically. They each head home sullenly, never to see each other again (never, in this case, meaning six years from now).
If this were Tamineh's movie, we'd see the words "six years later" come across the screen in shimmering white, the same shimmering white that is characteristic of movie captions. Then we'd move on the following scene. However, since life very rarely follows the standards of cinematography, these words will appear nowhere, the six years will neverthless pass (though few will notice), and the scene will come.
It will be on a Sunday afternoon. One of those excruciatingly uneventful and slow-paced afternoons that could only happen on a Sunday. The only kind of afternoon that could cause a war.
Quick side note:
I've been inspired to do good in life. Be good. By a quote and a song.
"Sobriety is good enough. But someday, I'd like to lead a life based on doing good things instead of just not doing bad things."