Submission #31 to the New Yorker:

 

My Life: The Television Without Pity Recap

BY KIERSTEN CONNER-SAX (as Susanna Jane Pelletier)

 

 

Previously on Susanna's Life: Susanna, a pleasant-enough young woman, attended graduate school in creative writing, not realizing the program was an overpriced yet counterproductive form of group therapy. She graduated after a number of humiliating and mildly comic episodes, and went on to write a book about the Internet while working at a computer-publishing firm filled with wacky and endearing eccentrics. Except that Susanna thought they were a bunch of assholes, except for Robert, who died. Susanna also went on a bunch of dates that didn't work out, but recently married her on-again, off-again love interest (surprisingly!) during May sweeps.

 

Afternoon. Susanna is sitting at her desk. Well, not so much "sitting" as "slumped over the keyboard resting her head on her hand." There is a conspicuous absence of background music, and the scene goes on for a really, really, really lonnnnnng time.

 

Her husband, CuteJake, comes in. "Will you write this for me?" she whines.

 

"Sure," he says. "If you don't want it to be funny. Or good. Or...done." He's very funny in this scene, wearing the leather jacket that Susanna bought him for his birthday.

 

"Okay," she says. He hands her some lottery tickets he bought while he was out.

 

"I don't know why I buy these," he says, "but sometimes, I do." Word. I mean, sometimes, I go to the grocery store, and even though lottery tickets, including those scratch-off cards covered with the silvery gray stuff (what is that stuff called? I bet it has a name no one knows, just like hanging chads) are a terrible bet, I still buy some.

 

"Ooh!" Susanna says. "Cool!" She immediately grabs a nickel on her desk and starts scratching, but doesn't thank him. Why are there coins all over her desk? More importantly, why are they together? He's too good for her. I mean, two episodes ago, the guy voluntarily trimmed his eyebrows.

 

She scratches off all the boxes on the tickets, which look like they are actually from California, not New York, only with the worst desktop publishing graphics ever pasted on top. "We didn't win anything," she says, downcast. CuteJake kisses her on the cheek and leaves the room.

 

"I never win anything," she mutters. It's true, she doesn't. Except for, you know, her husband. And their apartment. And all of her improbably expensive clothes, accessories, etc. But yeah, she never wins anything. (Although interestingly, some of the Eagle-Eyed Forum Posters noticed that the cow-themed Cowabunga Bucks ticket actually was a winner, for $20. Why did they leave that in? Are Susanna and CuteJake supposed to have not noticed, and the tickets are a metaphor for missed opportunities? Or are they just careless? I don't know.)

 

She drops the tickets on her desk, and goes into the kitchen, where CuteJake has gotten a drink of water. "How's it going?" he asks, taking a sip.

 

"I give up," she says. This is a cute scene, but why are there so many dishes in the sink? And why is Susanna wearing that turquoise blue peasant top? It's too trendy. Anyway, she goes over to the sink and kisses her husband.

 

Next week on Susanna's Life: CuteJake's older sister comes to visit, and the sparks fly. Can't wait! Hope it's better than last time, when we thought the sparks would fly, but instead it was all simmering tension and hurt looks and extremely boring takeout dinners. Ooh, it also looks like Susanna is going to get the mail and brush her hair, not necessarily in that order.

 

 

 

 

©2005 by Kiersten Conner-Sax

From "50 Tries" at www.connersax.com