A great poet now unfairly tarred with the curse of having created Cats once wrote: "This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper." That's always been a favorite poem of mine, mainly because I first read it at an impressionable age, although it's also not like I haven't made my feelings on arbitrary repetition pretty clear over the past thirteen weeks. Speaking of which, you know what would make this paragraph better? ["A point?" -- David Chase] Well, yeah, but I was gonna say a hockey reference. But then I remembered that there are only about six people in the entire world that would ever get "In the room the women come and go, talking of Frank Pieterangelo." Fortunately, though, four of the six are pissed-off Devils' fans, so even if that's more of a whimper than a bang, it all still works out in the end. And hey, what do you know? There's my point. It all works out in the end, even when it's just a whimper. But more on that in a few pages. For now, all you need to know is that with my precious Penguins sent packing, I've gone back to my ancestral Bostonian roots and transferred my official allegiance to Ray Bourque. And also Peter Forsberg's spleen. ["But do you dare to eat a peach?" -- Sars]
Anyway, given the fact that this week's StR and StTM calculations required the lease of a substantial amount of CPU time on a Defense Department super-computer (and I better not be hearing any crap from Accounting on that one), I've been forced to add the additional variable StFIC to the complex sequence of differential equations that comprise the MBTV Official Episode Quantification Algorithm. Don't worry, it's not Start-to-FanFic, it's Start-to-Freaky-Intertextual-Coincidence. You see, not twelve hours after I post a crack about someone pissing in a garage, David Chase elects to open the show with, well, someone pissing in a basement, which is probably about as close a shout-out as you've got any right to expect on that particular subject. This time it's AJ and his friend (who I'm just going to assume is Egon because I like the name), and they're camped out in the Verbum Dei boiler room, presumably in anticipation of some mischief. After pausing briefly to relieve themselves against the wall (with the curious absence of any tinkling sound effects), they sneak upstairs to a classroom, and go hunting through the desk until AJ finds the folder they were looking for.