almost everything.
When I poke my fingers into them I can see it
When I poke my fingers into them I can see it.
—Jack Spicer
maybe I am just
minsunderstand-
ing stuff and be-
ing paranoid. but
at least I am foc-
used. so it might
be great to talk.
plus, who the
fuck wants to
talk with any-
one when it’s
something that
is planned un-
der the most
ominous and
dramatically
suspenseful
methods?
let’s find
another par-
ade, she said.
which i think
meant, so, hey,
what’s some-
thing much better
to yap about
than drama-
tical suspense?
nobody paid
any attention
after that. there
were just too ma-
ny channels, i
personally think.
i am not really
sure, however.
harvey had the
phaser and he
barely used it.
nobody said
anything a-
bove a whis-
per, or at least
over the voice
of rue mcclan-
ahan (it was
decided early
on that poli-
tics was off-
limits). may-
be when maude
spoke (you know
how she always
yell-spoke), there
were some mini-
convos (the hip-
sters, the ones
who would ev-
en say convos
back then), at
a decibel level
slightly under
maude’s. god
knows that’s not
her name. or does god
know that? one can
never be too sure.
the scientists know.
global warming knows
(there was a debate
about whether this
was politics or sci-
ence). jane fonda
knows (there was
the same debate,
except instead of
science they most-
ly said something
unfriendly about
vietnam. and poor
henry fonda, and
all in the name
of patriotism for
chrissake. pat-
riotism! patron-
age! patrilineal
poppycock!). to
which i crack-
led something
about how she
was on this fab
show called grace
& frankie. or frankie
& grace. and there
were a few unpuzzled
looks, particularly from
harvey, who looked ab-
solutely delighted as he
spoke into his phaser,
first frankie & grace
(nothing), then grace
& frankie, and the
morning turned in-
to the afternoon and
the afternoon turned
into midnight and
the elation was, well,
i think there were
some in attendance
who were allergic
to happiness. it
happens. but oth-
erwise the elation
was so contagious
that five of us were
still watching epi-
sodes at seven the
next morning. it
is not necessary
to see that we
laughed, we
cried, we had a
lot of sandwiches
and drank a lot
of merlot.
Political incorrectness
