The B train
One of my roommates and I have established this nice little nighttime routine where we watch The Daily Show and Futurama, and then we watch the Electric Six video for “Gay Bar” before turning in for the night. Dirty Abe Lincoln, you’re my favorite bedtime story.
Anyway, last night was one of my favorite episodes of Futurama, the one where Fry’s brother steals his lucky 7-leaf clover, only this time I realized that Fry once lived in Brooklyn, and not that far from where I live now, since when they walk through the ruins of Old New York to his house, they pass a decimated Prospect Park sign. So, yeah: I’m that much closer to a fictional animated character on a cancelled show set in the fake future. Score one for me.