“Din’t I tell ya aboot that time I went doon the toon and got masel a perm?”
What has it come to when you discuss Tom Skerritt, and it ends up being a singing match – two people belting out Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away” as if their lives depended on it?
“Turning and returning to some secret place to hide, watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say…”
Does erasing the “I” from the beginning of a personal statement make it impersonal? I am beginning to think so.
A few weeks ago, in the swarm of depressing inactivity, I watched the series Santa Clarita Diet; it held no interest for me at all – not my style. But still, Timothy Olyphant (I still miss Justified). He is the draw, right? Going mad seeking a cure for his zombified wife, the couple has this little exchange:
“You seem really manic, honey.” (Drew Barrymore, as his wife)
“I feel really manic.” (Timothy Olyphant, manic, excited and convincing)
“If only for today/I am unafraid…”