Guess who's back?
Mussy's back.
Mussy's back, Mussy's back, Mussy's back, Mussy's ba-a-ack.
Do you ever say something, like a joke or pun or song reference, so lame that you cringe even before saying it, then blurt it out as shivers of self-loathing run up your lame spine? Then, after the inevitable groans, sarcastic "oh ha-HA"s, or pointed silences from your boyfriend, you keep getting an itch to say it again, and again? Even after your boyfriend threatens, then proceeds, to throw food at you?
That's how I've been with "Guess who's back" since last night. We were watching Season Five of The West Wing, and there was a climactic scene where Jed regains the legendary presidential-ness that has eluded him ever since he announced his MS, Zoey was kidnapped and the Republicans took back the House. You could tell from the swelling music and close-ups of his resolute jaw that, well,
Guess who's back?
Bartlet's back.
Bartlet's back, Bartlet's back...and so on.
Then the same thing happened with Josh, the aide who had been Bartlet's scapegoat in recent episodes, his legislative portfolio and self-worth taking a nose dive as POTUS blamed him for losing a senator. He got the fist-pumping, triumphant treatment by the editors, so I just knew, and had to sing,
Well, you know. I alternated verses between "Joshie's back" and "Lyman's back." When I added "raise the roof" motions and a goofy grin-face, Ben lost it, and I had to vow to never do it again.
But I know I will.
All of this was to say, I am back from my vacation-induced stupor, a hiatus if you (my three readers) will, and now that there's legitimate work to be done -- malleable minds to be malled, etc. -- I bet I'll have it in me to write more often.
Now, if I could just get past the titles and introductions and into the real world, I might eventually say something of substance or, at least, a little less shady.
Sorry! I had to!
2 comments:
Cum on everybody, let's sing for the moment 'cause mussy will say what she says, never enough to spend some time as the world turns 'till i collapse while my daddy's gone crazy and mussy's a singing 'bout the way she is and she's gonna kill u with here drug ballad so say goodbye hollywood as mussy's cleanin' out her closet and gonna spend some time on the yellow brick road a spillin' out her evil deeds.
Okay. How many eminem song title's did that include? Answer in a couple of days on my blog (wynote).
Glad to be reading you again, Missy. Word out.
Three readers? Three readers? I check your blog many times a day, stupidly thinking you are updating in betweeen class periods. I'm sure everyone else in an office job does the same. That's got to plump up your readership stats!
And here we are, after the break, and I'm reading this nonsense about Ben throwing things at you? Tell him to cut it out, Uncle Joey style. Then run, yelling other Full House quips. (I suggest the Michelle classic: "You got it, duuuude," with a thumbs-up, after he makes you promise not to do that again.)
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