So yesterday was my Eckerd Pharmacy work party at Buffalo Tap Room. Our work parties are always a good time and usually involve lots of drinking and fun. This one was a lot tamer than usual with a lot fewer people. Two people were sick, one was on vacation and one got lost (which was a little bit my fault since I gave them directions, and I forgot there are two plazas that have mighty taco in them on sheridan but eh it happens). Plus we lost some of our great pharmacists this year and so they weren't there and it was a little sad. But overall it was still fun even though I had get about a foot of snow off m y car when I left. I had some Greek Pizza there and it was really good. And I'll leave you with this If Fat Bottom Girls by Queen was made today it would totally be called Big Booty Hos (I did not think of this but thought it to be very true)

This is my last quote from the Chuck Klosterman book Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. He has a whole chapter basically devoted to Saved by the Bell but what he says about the Tori Paradox is truly amazing and true. The paradox is that in SBTB senior year Jessie and Kelly were in half of the episodes and a new girl Tori was in the other half. The episodes were mixed together sometiems a Tori one and a Kelly/Jessie one played on the same day and it was Jessie and Kelly who were at graduation not Tori but noone ever mentioned that the others were missing. This is what Klosterman has to say about this seeming problem...

Whenever we were watching Zack's attempts to scam on Tori, we were asked to assume that Kelly and Jessie were in the lunch room or at the mall or sick, and it was just a coincidence that nobody ever mentioned them (or introduced them to Tori, or even recognized their existence).
On paper this seems idiotic, borderline insulting, and-above all-unreal. But the more I think back on my life, the more I"ve come to realize that the Tori Paradox might be the only element of Saved by the Bell that actually happneed dto me. Whenever I try to remember friends from high schoo, friends from college, or even just friends from five years ago, mymemory always creates the illusion that we were together constantly, just like those kids on Saved by the Bell. However, this was almsot enver the case. Whenever I seirusly piece together my past, I inevitably uncover long stretches where somebody who (retrospectively) seemed among my closest companions simply wasn't around. I knew a girl in college who partied with me and my posse constantly, except for one semester in 1993-she had a waitressing job at Applebee's during that stretch and could never make it to any parties. And even though we all loved her, I can't recall anyone mentioning her absence until she came back. And sometimes I was the person cut out of life's script. I'm always confused why I can't remember what they're talkign about..until I remember that I wasn't included in those specific memories. A few years later I started hanging out with a girl who liekd to do drugs, so the two of us spent a year smoking pot in my poorly lit apartment while everyoen else we knew continued to gou out in public; when I eventually rejoined all my odl acquaintances at the local tavern, I could kind of relate to how Kelly Kapowski must have felt after Tori evaporated. Coming and going is more normal than it should be. The Tori Paradox was a lazy way for NBC to avoid thiking, but nobody watchign at home blinked; it as openly ridiculous, but latelntly plausible. That's why the Tori Paradox made sense, and why it illlustrated a great paradox that matters even more: Saved by the Bell wasn't real, but neither is most of reality.

I have posted online the beginning of the soap opera I have been writing called Behind Closed Doors. Check it out, it is under the journal name BCDSoapOpera. There are links on the side that tell about the characters and family trees. I will update with new episodes about every Tuesday and Friday.

In the last few days I bought two new cds. One was at Record Theater after searching WNY for like an hour looking for an artvoice wiht the 50% off used cds coupon. Seriously everywhere was out of them. People must have been going crazy for that coupon. Anyway that day I bought a cd called Un Amore by the Sicilians. I bought it solely because it had mafia like looking people on the cover and I wanted to reconnect with my roots. Well in actuality I don't have mafia roots as much as i wish I did and the cd is actually techno remixes of songs such as the Tarantella, The theme from the Godfather, and The Italian National Anthem. The cd is really amazing though and thoroughly enjoyable. It puts me in the mood to work out which is always a good thing.

The other cd I bougth today while buying my brother a spy recorder thing at New World Records. I bought another Pixie's cd. I really liked Doolittle and wanted another one but had no idea which one to get. I ended up getting Bossanova and it is pretty good so far. It wasn't liek the best rated one online but it was still rated good and it is good. THey only had that one and one other one that didn't look to good based solely on cover art. That's all for now...

Side note from a book I'm reading... I foudn this very interesting the author was writing about The Real World and he said
"In 1992, the Real World was supposed to be that kind of calculated accident; it was theoretically created as a seamless extension of reality. But somewhere that relationship became reversed; therory was replaced by practice. During the frist RW summer I saw kids on MTV who reminded me of people I knew in real life. By 1997, the opposite was starting to happen; I kept meeting new peoplel who were like old Real World characters" I just thought that was interesting.

I was just reminiscing with MK about this piece of genius that was some of my friends in fifth grade. For fifth grade graduation we had a karaoke party thing in the auditorium and I was at GT I believe the day that we got to pick what song to sing, and what do my friend Bob and Brian pick, well Tears from Heaven of course!! Yes the song about a dead little boy who fell out a window!! Could it have been any less of a bad choice. How weird is that? Everyone else sang fun songs like Wild THing, and Love Shack and we sang Tears From Heaven. Not only that but the one teacher's dad had just died and I remember she just cried and cried. How completely ridiculous of a song choice was that? I'll never udnerstand, but from now on I'll know to not miss the day we pick a crucial song to sing in front of an audience.