A couple of days ago I was on a treadmill at the gym, watching the big TVs while running and listening to music. Days of Our Lives was on one of the screens. I know this because Days is the only soap opera I ever watched, and I recognized Bo, Hope, Sammy, and Victor Kireakis (sp?). What’s weird about this is that the only time I ever watched Days was at home with my mom when I was in kindergarten. The fact that Bo and Hope do not appear to have aged in 26 years furthers my theory that soap actors are actually a race of exceptionally sparkly-eyed cyborgs. I’m not sure why I know Sammy – maybe one of my roommates in college watched Days?- but when I saw her on the screen, even without the sound, it was obvious that she was some one’s nemesis.
I think it would be cool to have a nemesis. A fairly benign nemesis, maybe, nothing scary. Now that I think of it, I sort of had a nemesis in college. And those of us who spent Thursday nights at the Phyrst* had a group nemesis, which was sort of fun. The worst thing that ever happened was some buttered popcorn thrown in anger, which is amazing considering how much we drank.
*A quick perusal of the Phyrst’s website yields this surprising information: the Phyrst has food. Other than popcorn. Or, should I say, phood? And the hydrant works. Goodness, time has marched on.
Who was your college nemesis?
I’ll give you hint: it wasn’t you.