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just one of those things
Nov. 9th, 2006 02:43 pmi woke up this morning thinking about the redoubtable Psychocop, and i haven't been able to get him off my mind since. where is he? what is he doing? has he settled down and had a bunch of kids, or is he still a paranoid, misanthropic gun nut? (no disrespect intended to paranoid, misanthropic gun nuts, mind you. some of my best friends &c.)
by my reckoning, it's been 20 years and maybe a month since the last time i saw Kevin. Sifu Tai Yim threw him a little going-away party at a Chinese restaurant, complete with Peking duck and kung pao octopus. this was especially exciting since none of us had ever seen Kevin eat before. (Previously we had believed him to subsist entirely on Pepsi.) when it came time to say goodbye, i was dying to give him a hug, but i'm not a touchy person and he never seemed touchable. he was halfway across the parking lot by the time Sifu and his girlfriend Donna badgered me into it. (they apparently thought Kevin and i should get together. Donna asked me once why we didn't, and i had no good answer. i've always wondered if she asked him too, and what he would have said.)
anyway, i hugged him. he even hugged me back. it's a good memory.
but why today? why, suddenly, out of the blue, is my brain regurgitating this anamnesis? (that's your word of the day, kids.) and why can't i shut it down and concentrate on what i'm supposed to be doing? is this just a symptom of impending 40-dom? it was bad enough crushing on him the first time around. i really don't have time for this right now. i need to be writing about rated capacity indicators and function kick-out relays, but all i want to do is listen to Boston and think rueful thoughts of forgone opportunities for rejection.
would somebody please come over here and whack me upside the head with something so i can get some damn work done?
by my reckoning, it's been 20 years and maybe a month since the last time i saw Kevin. Sifu Tai Yim threw him a little going-away party at a Chinese restaurant, complete with Peking duck and kung pao octopus. this was especially exciting since none of us had ever seen Kevin eat before. (Previously we had believed him to subsist entirely on Pepsi.) when it came time to say goodbye, i was dying to give him a hug, but i'm not a touchy person and he never seemed touchable. he was halfway across the parking lot by the time Sifu and his girlfriend Donna badgered me into it. (they apparently thought Kevin and i should get together. Donna asked me once why we didn't, and i had no good answer. i've always wondered if she asked him too, and what he would have said.)
anyway, i hugged him. he even hugged me back. it's a good memory.
but why today? why, suddenly, out of the blue, is my brain regurgitating this anamnesis? (that's your word of the day, kids.) and why can't i shut it down and concentrate on what i'm supposed to be doing? is this just a symptom of impending 40-dom? it was bad enough crushing on him the first time around. i really don't have time for this right now. i need to be writing about rated capacity indicators and function kick-out relays, but all i want to do is listen to Boston and think rueful thoughts of forgone opportunities for rejection.
would somebody please come over here and whack me upside the head with something so i can get some damn work done?
