The Frying Of Latke 49
This is pretty great. A writer for The Simpsons gets “conversational revenge” on a Pynchon-obsessed post-doc student who does the whole “Actually, I don’t even own a television” thing at a party. (You know the guy. This guy.)
Oddly, it was television that got me into Pynchon in the first place. Remember that miniseries V from the ’80s? It was totally awesome, and was based on Pynchon’s novel of the same name, which…OK, hold on. I’m being told that’s not true. All right. Well, that makes sense. My literary life is a lie. Great.
(I actually don’t own a television, either, but it’s just because my girlfriend and I are incredibly poor on account of her fancy law school tuition and my fancy book- and Scotch-buying habit. My girlfriend suggested that we start mentioning this at parties. Like when someone mentions a TV show at a party, we’d affect a snobby look and a mid-Atlantic “I first encountered Godard when I was at Hotchkiss but outgrew him by the time I got to Bennington” accent, and say something like, “Oh, are you referring to some televised comedy program? I wouldn’t know, because I’m too poooooor to own a television. I’m sure it’s quite diverting, if you enjoy that sort of lowbrow entertainment, but I simply can’t affoooooord to watch television.”)
(Although that hasn’t stopped me from watching Glee on Hulu.)
(Fuck you for rolling your eyes.)