  when i kill myself, it's going to be in front of a recursive loop of bad reality TV. (a redundency, of course) what planet is this, and who exactly live among us?
i'll give 1000 to anyone out there who can honestly say they've read DF Wallace's _Infinite Jest_ and get that reference. Shit, i could just disappear for two months and reread that one. for the third time... i want so much to get a signed copy of it.
or at least my first two copies with all the annotations - both lent out to friends, never to be seen again. Septimus banked his suicide on the prayer that someone would read his statement - when he couldn't formulate his message otherwise. like VW, a longing to call out for help but without having to do it directly. ---all thoughts derailed ---- it's that Seinfeld_ episode when they get the pool table. 
