comedy cliches, fountain pens, grosse pointe blank, high school, high school reunion, just doing my job, milestones, pen as murder weapon, treadmills
If anyone ever says, “I’m just doing my job,” in their defense, they are likely in the wrong—not always—but it’s a safe bet (and more than likely, they are soulless, animusless, automatons).
On a completely unrelated level, I think TV comedy needs more moments where a protagonist is running on a treadmill, looks to their left (ALWAYS their left), notices something shocking (depending on the context), stops running, and then is flung off the treadmill. We need some more of those. You know. Because I don’t think we’ve explored every freaking nuance of that scenario.
Friday was my 10 year high school reunion.
Now I have a craving to watch Grosse Pointe Blank.
I didn’t get to kill any international assassins at my reunion. But I did have a fountain pen at the ready. You try killing someone with a ballpoint pen. It’s cruel to both you and your victim.
It’s “eloquent”…and you call yourself a writer…*shakes head sadly*
I prefer my murder with a feather pen.
“Hello, Vinny. It’s your Uncle Bingo. Time to pay the check!”
The pen is truly mightier than the sword!
HA – mine’s next month – I still haven’t decided whether it’s worth going to it. Think I can get on a plane with a fountain pen?
I think I have, in the past.
But you never know.
It’s “Grosse” with an e. I’m just doing my job.
(Sorry, it was all I could think of.)
What are your Halloween plans?