Well the door to my apartment has been fixed. THANK GOD. Also, the Metrocard people called and they’re gonna refund me $32. Not bad. This is good seeing how the week pass I just purchased stopped working for no reason. Probably got damaged by being in my pocket.
Was watching MTV’s new sociological/anthropological clambake entitled “Date My Mom.” This is a show when a single person (male/female, gay/straight) goes out with the mothers of 3 different potential mates and makes a decision based on the parent. Um, what?!?! And don’t get me started on the very strange incestuous overtones. Um, you’re gonna go out with someone because you have sexual tension with their mother?!?! There was one young man who went swimming with the mom of a potential girlfriend. A some point he’s rubbing her feet and it cut to him talking to camera going, “Think about the daughter. Think about the daughter.“
That same episode contains a line that makes me shutter. This boy looking for the mates is in training to become a fire fighter and one of these possible girlie’s is training to do make up on bodies for funerals. When the mother tells her daughter of the boy’s occupational goals, the duaghter says, “The people he don’t save, I’ll make look good.” Say it with me: Um, What? And she says it with a perky enthusiasm like its nothing. She just moves on. Nothing to it. That’s the kind of thing you say from a dark pensive place. That’s the kind of thing you say when you are teetering on the edge of sanity, when you are on the verge of falling into the abyss of man’s mortality.
I saw a guy on the subway tonight. Latin guy with a very angry face. He was blasting a song on his iPod. It was “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. He was really listening to it. He was mad about it. I wondered who the Diana was in his life.