It's Sunday morning so I'm reading my New York Times - or, as I call it, "The Times" - while watching To the Manor Born so I'm feeling even classier than usual if you can believe it, and I don't even know what the reason was but Peter Bowles just announced it was 10:20am and I just happened to be looking at the time on my laptop and it read…10:20am*. 🤯🤯🤯🤯 I don’t remember that happening once before in all of the 88 kazillionaire hours of tv I’ve watched over the years.
"But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from those soap commercials (RIP), “didn’t you mention a very similar thing happen decades ago when you were reading A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court?”
Sigh. Yes I did, faithful reader
...when I was a kid and was reading A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court and the narrator announced the date, which was the very day I was reading the book (for some reason I think it was June 22...I could be wrong, but that's stuck in my head.) I immediately went "whoa!", closed the book, put it down, and walked out the door, vowing to one day invent The Cleveland Steamer.
Life. It's fucking crackers, right?
*it was actually 10:24am, so this whole thing didn't REALLY happen, but what the hell isn't 4 minutes to greatness close enough sometimes?
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