Somewhat related to yesterday’s post is the fact that I predicted the Truman show years ago. I was, and still am, the star of the show. It usually happened when things were quiet, I’d be there, lying in bed, and I’d feel the camera on me, I’d know that there was a close up going on, and I’d try to look suitably thoughtful/ emotional whatever.
I can’t say too much, but suffice to say, the show is definitely back on, after years off the air – they have decided to revisit somewhat nostalgically – the little girl that used to stare into space – to see how she fares now as the grown up girl who stares into space. There is no other reasonable explanation for the sudden increase in blog posts – obviously a new producer must have taken over and is going for a “sex and the city” type vibe – giving viewers a window into my inner (they must have drugged me to induce the writing, thus extracting my thoughts for all to see, here, regularly) - not only that but they have carefully staged things to make the gas station saga even MORE exciting. Following on from my last post on this subject - 4 amazing things have happened –
Tuesday – up early – as sunlight (curse it) wakes the kids – so I’m at the old gas station at an unlikely early hour – who else is there – only a colleague from my work – someone I have only ever met up with once before in my home town – who supposedly was heading for Dublin that day. I received free chocolate but no free newsprint.
Wednesday – up at the normal time (do they have some sort of influence on the kid’s sleep patterns?)– at the old gas station at the normal time – who is there – only an old school mate, someone I made friends with recently again through our babies both being squishy and cute – this was after years of mutual apathy from a time in school when we were friends with very different people despite sharing a name. Again, I received free chocolate but no free newsprint.
Unknown Day – Domestic Oubliette receives a free newspaper – not sure about the chocolate.
Today – another meeting with a work colleague at a different, but related gas station.
I’m not sure what you all think out there in blog land, about what they could be looking for, what they are telling me, but I am listening…