Monthly Archives: August 2013
I think what happens as we age is that we seek routine to quiet our fear of the unknown. But there’s nothing memorable about routine so our short-term memory declines. Which leads to our forgetting where we put our wallet and keys. Which causes us to go upstairs for the fourth time to check our pants pockets again. Where we find the wallet and keys AND the invitation for the party for our best friends that happened yesterday. And it’s unknown now whether they’re still our best friends. And that makes us afraid.
It’s like we’re being punk’d by our brains.
I’ve watched every episode of Breaking Bad, but last night the cigarette/ricin/switcheroo had me totally confused. That constantly stoned Jesse managed to connect all the dots to prove that WW poisoned Brock seemed beyond far-fetched. But then, I couldn’t remember who Brock was until I hit the intertubes to do a lot of recapping.
Still, we’re in Act III with BB and ActIIIs are really, really hard to get to make sense. You plant the seeds for a major character’s revelation hoping that the seeds aren’t too subtle or obtuse or contrived. For 99% of the time, BB does a great job of keeping things real.
If you watched BB last night and were as confused as I was there’s a great timeline on the Jesse realization/cigarette/ricin/Brock thing HERE.