Even My Daydreams Are Lame
Last night, I got home and watched a bit of Saturday Night Live. SNL is a blend of funny, strange, not-funny-now-but-give-me-a-week, awkward and disappointing. I'd say that a successful episode of SNL is about 35% funny and 20% strange, which I think is fairly generous ... and, well, a rarity in some seasons.
Maybe I'm weird, but the part of SNL that I'm fascinated by most is the very end when the host and the cast are all on the stage. As the credits roll, everyone turns and hugs each other, shares little jokes and makes what looks to be small talk.
For whatever reason, when I think about what it would be like to be in that group, I imagine being the schmuck who is the bookend between conversations: The person to the right turns to someone and the person to the left turns to someone and I'm standing there like a grinning idiot trying to act like I'm totally cool with having alone-time within a group setting. Knowing the dork I am, as the camera would pan to me, I'd be busy having a *really engaging* conversation on my not-even-turned-on cell phone.
These are the things I think about.
2 comments:
Bahahah, I love stalking people during that part too - seeing if it looks like anyone is a bit drunk or high, trying to figure out who's doing who, getting an understanding of who everyone finds irritating, etc. I too have a lot going on in my life. Har.
Good to know others have random thoughts... When I was a teenager, there was a Toyota ad where a bunch of faces flashed onto the screen in rapid succession. I said to my friend and her sister, "I bet all those people are sitting at home, trying to pause the VCR to show their family and friends their 1.5 seconds of fame". My friends' sister commented that I had an odd way of looking at the world, as she wouldn't have thought of that. I never figured I was odd until then. Now I'm kind of proud of it. :)
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