Big to-do in the capital today, I’m told, but my awareness of current events is muddled somewhat by the plastic bubble in which I’m encased. I didn’t tell you? I’m a Stage Five germaphobe and on the advice of my physician/therapist have spent the last five years of my life in a totally sterile environment. No human contact outside my parents; no physical activities except fogging (LMAO) the bubble and writing my name. That one’s fun. If you’re wondering how I was able to report on topics as diverse as Lost, Chuck, and 30 Rock these past few months it’s because scripted television is one of the few “normal” things I can really enjoy. Any other post written by “Henning” was more than likely fabricated by my dad, who takes dictation when I have something to say. Just once I’d like to touch his beard. I mean, if it weren’t so full of harmful bacteria.
Point is, the spectrum of experiences I can cover here is limited to those things put directly in front of me. That’s not a whole lot. Besides television, I’ve basically got a Power Rangers poster and my door. Jealous? It’s a great door, to be fair, it’s just that the subject of movable barriers (at least in a purely utilitarian context) doesn’t offer much in the way of exhaustive study. I’d kill to have an armoire.
You’re probably wondering why, if I’m able to watch television (and this is satellite we’re talking about), I don’t use news programming as a way to keep up with the cold, cruel outside world. I could be watching CNN, MSNBC, C-SPAN – any number of channels devoted entirely to covering the news – and educating myself, staying at least somewhat connected to the stuff outside my bubble. I should cling to this like a plastic lifeline, right? Thing is, though, life is safe in here. No wars, no famine or poverty; I can ignore all those events unpleasant or potentially bubble-unfriendly. While admittedly… limited, my world is germ-free and fabulous. Plus “go to your room” means nothing when you literally can do nothing but. Score!
I did hear that today’s was overwhelmingly good news, but even now I’m hesitant to change my viewing habits. If it means anything, I’m not the biggest Maury fan, either.
Tags: Bubblicious, Obama
Lifting Fog 
January 20, 2009 at 11:45 pm |
It’s not the news, but I got my hands on some FNL season 3 screeners (eps 1-11) that could keep your DVD player company if you promise to send them back to me. Or I will go on Facebook and find your address (um, again) and hunt you down so you give them back. I still need to find the last 2 episodes somehow…
January 21, 2009 at 12:04 am |
It must be nice in that warm cozy buble, away from the cold, COLD outside world. Its really freaking cold to us normals right now. Not all of us have a impermeable controlled-atmosphere around them all the time.
January 21, 2009 at 12:19 pm |
13 steps ahead of you, Jean – I’ve been downloading each episode as it’s aired on DirecTV. WILL NOT SPOIL, I promise. Thanks for thinking of me!
Like I said, Tian, I like it in here.
January 21, 2009 at 2:44 pm |
What happens when the bubble pops?
January 21, 2009 at 2:52 pm |
Well, technically you’re only 2 steps ahead of me. I just need the last 2 episodes. I’m not a big downloader, but I think this is an exception.