Friday, September 01, 2000

Hot, heavy and wet

This has been one of those weeks. You know the kind I mean?

First of all, it's hot. Really hot. You know, how Bette Midler says in the prologue to The E Street Hustle, "the air is hot and heavy and wet, and you just can't get high."

Secondly, if there were a theme to the week, it would be "Reversal of Fortune," for me at least. It's weeks like this that make one marvel at how quickly one can traverse from goat to golden boy and back again in other people's esteem.

Thirdly, there's been a lot of silly shit going on. On Tuesday, out of the blue, a total stranger e-mailed me 37 pictures of herself, naked. Wednesday morning, I woke up to find a soccer ball in my bed that had not been there the night before. And just yesterday, I swear I saw ducks and wolves dancing the Lindy together.

Yes, friends, it's weeks such as this that lead me to wonder how much longer our alien overlords are going to permit this sort of whimsy.