life failing to imitate art

there's a great little exchange in "Watchmen" where Moloch says to Rorschach, upon being asked what kind of cancer he's got, says, "you know the type of cancer where it goes away and you get better?" Rorschach says, "yes", and Moloch continues: "that's not the kind I've got."

Someone asked me the other day what hops plans to do with the MS she'll soon have, and I failed to think of the reply, until today, of, "you know the type of marriage where people talk about their plans for the next five to ten years?"

also: the jerk store called.