like the moon and the stars and the sun

by mg at 12:10 AM on July 17, 2002

I’m still suffering from post-vacation traumatic work disorder, so I’m still not quite in the swing of things. But, I feel guilty not posting anything, even though most of you haven’t noticed I’m back yet. So, here is a reenactment of a scene that took place earlier tonight:

Fade in on MG, alone in his swank New York bachelor pad. Enter the ineffable Gordon, biggest cheese in space.
MG: Hey, I never got to ask how your trips with Shar and MRH went
Gordon: They went well
Gordon: I've really had a lot of good weekends lately
MG: Well, that’s good.
Gordon: Yep!
MG: Me too, actually
Gordon: Good!
MG: Maybe our lives are turning around?
Gordon: It's possible...
Gordon: But maybe we shouldn't get our hopes up
MG: Good idea. I’d rather be consistently miserable than hopeful and then miserable
Gordon: Actually, I haven't really been miserable lately...
Gordon: It’s... weird
MG: Well, right. Me too. But I didn't want to say that in case whoever's in charge of keeping me miserable heard
Gordon: Oh shit. I hope I haven't blown it
MG: For both of us
Gordon: Gah. What a jerk
MG: If I get hit by a bus tomorrow and die, I’m totally going to haunt you
Gordon: Really? I'm sure there's a way I'll be able to work that to my financial advantage
MG: But if I get hit by a bus tomorrow and don't die, I’ll probably just lie there in pain for a couple months
Gordon: I'll send flowers. Unless I forget
MG: To your financial advantage? You'd use my pain for your gain?
MG: Bastard
Gordon: Not your pain. Your death. You don't like it, go haunt somebody else, I don't care
MG: Oh, that’s fine then
MG: Well, if a bus does hit me tomorrow, I’ll make sure it’s a big bus, so I actually die and not just linger in a hospital for months
MG: Especially since I don't have health insurance
Gordon: You want me to help make sure you're good and dead?
MG: Do you have some hints for getting into bus accidents?
Gordon: Well, I'd make sure to stay away from crosswalks, where they might expect you. Also, Don't try to step out just as they're leaving a stop. Let them get up to speed.
MG: Or are you threatening to smother my crippled by with a pillow?
Gordon: Or I can do that.

End scene. Fade out.