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11.9.06

it's too soon, asshole.

the roommates watch television. it's been so long since we'd had it on, and now i wander through the living room and it's on and there's nobody there and i randomly turn it off, and i think they wander through and turn it on, and i wander through and turn it off again, and it's just a little bit funny. Poor television. but. they were in front of it the other day watching Letterman (which is nice, i like Letterman, he's not all california-y and he doesn't have a big ugly chin and i think he's funnier than that other gray-haired egocentric bitch, but which is not the point) and in the middle of Letterman (because when i get up to go to the kitchen from playing Warcraft i can see the tv) this blue screen of death comes on, with the cbs eye-logo-thing in white. and it says WE ARE INTERRUPTING THIS BROADCAST TO BRING YOU BREAKING NEWS.

i call it the blue screen of death. see? Kinda funny. Kinda not really at all.

And time slows down until you can hear your heartbeat ages and ages apart, and you stop breathing, and you hold on to something and freeze. you freeze. time stops. and you don't blink. or look away. and nothing else exists except you and the goddamnnoisybox. and you don't blink. and you hold on for dear life. and you look.

and then letterman comes back on and he's listening in his ear thingie and he looks in the camera and he's looking at his crew and he goes, i'm sorry, that was a mistake, nothing has happened. everything is fine. he looks in the camera and goes everything is fine. and he goes on with the show, because that is what one does. and you breathe again. but you can see it on his face, too.

scrawled @ 18:32