So, I was sitting on my couch this morning reading Newsweek; this guy my mother-in-law takes care of had given us a bunch of them and I figured I’d check them out. I don’t know if you know this, but there are these notable quotables in the front of the magazine. They’re really gay. But one of them was about how this camera crew doing a reality TV show about Roseanne was filming her in the LA branch of Barney’s NY, and they ran into ANOTHER camera crew that was following Ozzie Osbourne. They filmed each other.
I have been deeply shaken by the existential dilemma in all of this. People watching people filming people who are on a crew filming people who are frequently on film. Good God, I can’t even wrap my brain around that. I guess it was inevitable, given the pervasiveness of these “reality” TV shows but I figured, you know, that the two camera crews would cause a causality and a rip in the fabric of space-time and send us plummeting into the eighth dimension. What happened was even weirder. Plus – and this is something I’ve been really struggling with – why the hell is there a Barney’s NEW YORK in LA? Shouldn’t it be Barney’s Los Angeles or something? I think the fact that they met in this disjointed Neverland is oddly perfect, but deeply frightening.
Oh, and we’re going to war, no matter what the American populace might want. The media saw fit to comfort me that Americans are now supporting this cause. I guess that makes it right.
I feel like I’m in a Stoppard play. Except with less hope.