Anything but snowflakes
October 20, 2006There are two statements, which, every time I hear them, strike me as unnervingly dead on.
First, The Police. “Synchronicity II”, from their last album, Synchronicity.
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Whenever I drive home from university or work, this spooks through my mind. Sting has a point here. A major one.
Keeping the above in mind, from Dead Like Me. Betty always takes pictures of the people whose souls she reaps, and then puts each of them in a sack they best fit in to. She has like 10 sacks or so, and George wonders, shouldn’t there be more sacks?
George: Why did you bring all these sacks over here?
Betty: To illustrate my point.
George: Which is what?
Betty: People, are not snowflakes.
Trust me. Betty’s right. Look around you. People are classifiable. Scaringly classifiable. Anything but snowflakes, in any case.
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I randomly found your page, looking for a Dead Like Me quote. Strangely, I re-watched the “snowflake” episode a couple nights ago. The quote is true for cars, jobs, computers, books, people. The genius of the Dead Like Me continues to amaze me, long after the show ends!
Comment by cody — January 11, 2008 @ 8:28 pm
writers. the Dead Like Me *writers*.
Looks like I could benefit from hiring one of them.
Comment by cody — January 11, 2008 @ 8:29 pm