I was really dreading today (even more than I dread most days), but so far it's not too bad. Robyn and Mereyl's bickering was fairly minimal, and though we're basically starting over yet again, I think we actually are making progress.
Still, this all reminds me of the first couple of chapters in Bob Zmuda's self-serving biography of his former best friend Andy Kaufman. Before his feet met with the coattails of a lifetime, Zmuda had a job assisting Norman Wexler - a crazy, self-desctructive screenwriter who intentionally put both of their lives in danger by harrassing strangers to their very limits, so that he could observe the human species at its most extreme. At the point where the victims of his garfinkling would be on the brink of killing them both, Wexler would command Zmuda to open the briefcase full of money that was hand-cuffed to his wrist, and give the stranger a few thousand dollars or so. Wexler would then give the same amount to Zmuda. Somehow, this led to scripts for movies like Saturday Night Fever.
Eventually, this job stressed Zmuda out so much that he quit. But I could never understand it. The job was adventure, absurdity, and lots of cash. It sounded perfect to me.
Though Robyn and Mereyl aren't nearly as extreme as Wexler, and the conundrums we find ourselves in not nearly so dire, I'm starting to understand where Zmuda is coming from. Sometimes pleasant is better than interesting, even when interesting pays more.
Then again, Robyn just gave me an apple pie flavored "Raw Bar." Yum!
Wasn't this entry supposed to be about ME???
Posted by: Elisabeth | August 02, 2005 at 08:29 PM
I was just wondering what exactly is your problem with Jensen? Here's a guy who's just trying to follow in his father's footsteps and you are dragging him down, like he has something to be ashamed of! If I didn't know better, I'd say someone just has a touch of the green-eyed monster.
Posted by: ginny anderson | May 08, 2006 at 01:43 PM