weird.”
“What?”
“I’m just saying that we have shared a meal and a couple of compliments, and he said he should have moved in with you sooner. Why move in with you? That’s weird. Guys aren’t like that.”
I threw my hands up in the air. Very dramatic, “I give up.”
Teagan said, “I’m gonna keep my eye on him. You should too. He could be my Ken, but he might be more like Ken Wittenlinker.”
Totally confused, I said, “Who is Ken Wittenlinker?”
“He’s the main character on that new CSI type show. I think they’re going to weave his character back and forth through the whole series. He’s this really spooky but spectacularly sexy guy. You need to watch more TV.”
“Teagan, I don’t know how to break the news to you, but TV is fiction. It’s made up. It isn’t real.”
“I know that, but think about it. The idea has to come from somewhere. There’s no such thing as true fiction anymore, not like it used to be. It seems to me there are only rewritten stories. When is the last time you saw anything truly new? We’ve lost our creative edge. I blame over indulgent parents. I know they’re trying to do the right thing, but when you schedule every moment of a child’s life, it leaves them no time to be kids. What’s wrong with people? Play dates before their little one can move on their own, that’s a clue it isn’t about the child, it’s about the parent. And as the child gets older, it only gets worse.”
“Teagan what the heck does this have to do with fiction?”
She gave me that you poor thing look that always pisses me off. Sometimes she acts as if I don’t have the brains God gave a flat rock.
She explained, “If you go back and look at the really cheesy science fiction when we were kids, or even before we were born, they had imagination. Remember that one series, they were all about a device you could walk around with and talk to other people. Hello? Cell phone. The idea in the movies was in the mid sixties, wasn’t it? Then the real cell phone started in the mid seventies. Now everyone walks around with one attached to their ear.”
“Teagan, you can’t create a whole hypothesis based on one thingy.”
“Fine. How about landing a spaceship on Mars? Hello? We have put rovers on Mars. We landed on Mars back in the seventies. Or the government spying on us through globes in space that can see in your house, listen to your conversations, track your movements and thoughts. Have you thought about search engines and satellites? Those first satellites went up in the fifties. Think about it Cara, the Internet started in the early sixties. Think of something as life altering as cell phones and satellites and Mars landings that our generation, or even Mom’s generation came up with. I’m telling you, if science paid as well as Hollywood, we would be a lot further in our scientific development. Our generation is all about image and cash, and we both know it. Hollywood figures it out and science follows.”
“You’re insane.”
She rolled her eyes, “Not the first time you’ve said that to me.”
“Not the first time you’ve given me cause.”
“You’re the one that’s going to make her living chasing bad guys, using the Internet, and collecting rewards; when you don’t know anything about computers, or bad guys, and if they come after you, the most dangerous item you own is a fake stuffed rat.”
I said with a little more force than was warranted, “He isn’t fake, he is a real artificial church mouse, and he has a name. Having goals doesn’t make me insane. Having a new idea. Trying something different. Taking a chance. That doesn’t make me insane.”
“True.”
“I may be pathetic Teagan, but I’m not insane.”
“I concede.”
“Good cause I was about to get all logical on you, and you know how much work that is for me.”
“You know what Cara, we both know that you’re
“What?”
“I’m just saying that we have shared a meal and a couple of compliments, and he said he should have moved in with you sooner. Why move in with you? That’s weird. Guys aren’t like that.”
I threw my hands up in the air. Very dramatic, “I give up.”
Teagan said, “I’m gonna keep my eye on him. You should too. He could be my Ken, but he might be more like Ken Wittenlinker.”
Totally confused, I said, “Who is Ken Wittenlinker?”
“He’s the main character on that new CSI type show. I think they’re going to weave his character back and forth through the whole series. He’s this really spooky but spectacularly sexy guy. You need to watch more TV.”
“Teagan, I don’t know how to break the news to you, but TV is fiction. It’s made up. It isn’t real.”
“I know that, but think about it. The idea has to come from somewhere. There’s no such thing as true fiction anymore, not like it used to be. It seems to me there are only rewritten stories. When is the last time you saw anything truly new? We’ve lost our creative edge. I blame over indulgent parents. I know they’re trying to do the right thing, but when you schedule every moment of a child’s life, it leaves them no time to be kids. What’s wrong with people? Play dates before their little one can move on their own, that’s a clue it isn’t about the child, it’s about the parent. And as the child gets older, it only gets worse.”
“Teagan what the heck does this have to do with fiction?”
She gave me that you poor thing look that always pisses me off. Sometimes she acts as if I don’t have the brains God gave a flat rock.
She explained, “If you go back and look at the really cheesy science fiction when we were kids, or even before we were born, they had imagination. Remember that one series, they were all about a device you could walk around with and talk to other people. Hello? Cell phone. The idea in the movies was in the mid sixties, wasn’t it? Then the real cell phone started in the mid seventies. Now everyone walks around with one attached to their ear.”
“Teagan, you can’t create a whole hypothesis based on one thingy.”
“Fine. How about landing a spaceship on Mars? Hello? We have put rovers on Mars. We landed on Mars back in the seventies. Or the government spying on us through globes in space that can see in your house, listen to your conversations, track your movements and thoughts. Have you thought about search engines and satellites? Those first satellites went up in the fifties. Think about it Cara, the Internet started in the early sixties. Think of something as life altering as cell phones and satellites and Mars landings that our generation, or even Mom’s generation came up with. I’m telling you, if science paid as well as Hollywood, we would be a lot further in our scientific development. Our generation is all about image and cash, and we both know it. Hollywood figures it out and science follows.”
“You’re insane.”
She rolled her eyes, “Not the first time you’ve said that to me.”
“Not the first time you’ve given me cause.”
“You’re the one that’s going to make her living chasing bad guys, using the Internet, and collecting rewards; when you don’t know anything about computers, or bad guys, and if they come after you, the most dangerous item you own is a fake stuffed rat.”
I said with a little more force than was warranted, “He isn’t fake, he is a real artificial church mouse, and he has a name. Having goals doesn’t make me insane. Having a new idea. Trying something different. Taking a chance. That doesn’t make me insane.”
“True.”
“I may be pathetic Teagan, but I’m not insane.”
“I concede.”
“Good cause I was about to get all logical on you, and you know how much work that is for me.”
“You know what Cara, we both know that you’re
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