Friday, October 12, 2007

Nobel Prize, Here I Come

Approximately 3 hours ago I returned from seeing the University's performance of The Who's Tommy. As you may or may not know, I am a pretty big fan of The Who and of the musical Tommy in particular. (I like Quadrophenia better as a film and Tommy better as an album, but that's a moot point) The entire cast was brilliant, with special consideration to the guy who played Oliver Reed's character as Tommy's father (in the movie he was the Lover, but the script was amended in various ways for the play). From where I was sitting he looked a dead ringer, and his voice was identical. Wait... did I say the entire cast? I neglected to mention that the dude who played the adult Tommy was horrendous. He was completely tone deaf, had a piss poor sense of timing, and when "rocking out" to the songs played by the live band on stage, his "dance moves" were exaggerated, ridiculous, and completely contrived. I'm fairly sure his choreographer must have been in an advanced stage of Parkinson's disease. Honestly, the only way to describe his actions with any sort of accuracy can be summed up in two words: vertical seizure.

All of this of course has very little to do with the content of my purpose behind this post. Before the play began, I had been sitting in my seat, alone, not talking to anyone but watching everyone, as I'm prone to do, and oddly enough had a plethora of near-friend sightings. For those of you who don't know what those are, you do, just don't know that you do. A near-friend sighting is that phenomenon of when in a crowd of strangers, you see someone that you think you know, but it turns out just to be someone who looks just like them. Well while sitting in my seat, I "saw" two ex-girlfriends, another ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, my best friend's brother, and two friend's of friends. And I really hate when that happens once, but when it happens 6 times in the matter of 10 minutes, I get pissed. But through my anger, I stumbled across quite possibly the best idea I've ever had.

From now on whenever you find someone who looks just like someone else, grab them, bring them to the original, interview them to find out which one is cooler, and then kill the other one. This not only cuts down on the number of annoying near-friend encounters (and potentially embarrassing as well if you're one of those who has actually yelled out your friends name or, god forbid, started a conversation with them before realizing the truth), but would also help cut down on the earth's overcrowding. I mean, if all of these duplicates live in the same state as their originals, within just over a 100 mile radius, imagine how many there are across the country, even the world.

Not to mention the world would be a way better place. I mean, if you living or dying depended on how cool you were, you'd have to get super cool really fast just to secure your place. It would make life more interesting if you were living an NCAA basketball type tournament bracket to be the coolest "you" there is.

And also like the NCAA tournament, it'd only be single elimination.

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