Thursday, April 05, 2007

merde! scheisse! caca!

My "values" and "principles" dictate (they are bossy like that) that this evening, I go to a fiction reading to be given by an old professor of mine about 100 yards from where I work for 40 hours a week, rather than stay home and watch The Office, which I have been pining for for however many weeks it has been since the conflict that the entire series is based around became imminently resolvable. (By my estimate, about 5. (Weeks.))

It is the right thing to do, supporting the work of fiction writers, especially those fiction writers whom you know personally and who have taught you stuff about fiction writing. Kill yr TV, all that. Oh, but how it chafes.

Here is a list of things that this fiction reading will likely not have that this evening's episode of The Office is statistically speaking much more likely to have:


  • 1. Mad Jim-on-Pam action

  • 2. Drunken violence

  • 3. Mad Pam-on-Jim action

  • 4. High social tolerance for eating ice cream straight from the tub while wearing pajama pants



I must also admit that if the Orooni household did not have a functioning VCR, Supporting Fiction might have lost out to those high statistical probabilities. But, like those stupid and contrived ethical quandaries wherein a bus of 40 schoolchildren is about to run over 15 doctors, and you must save either the doctors or the children, this ethical thought experiment will thankfully go unpondered.