One evening I was at a friend’s house in the West Village and One Fine Day was on TBS. I was stoked. Then another friend came over and the TV was put on mute. Fuck! I was staring at the television as they carried on about some boys or whatever. I just wanted to watch One Fine Day. They talked, I partially listened yet fully absorbed the mimed spectacle of George Clooney being his charming self and cat woman still looking like a cat. My friend finally took notice that I was just not paying attention to their story. One Fine Day was finally done giving me the silent treatment, but it was too late. The film was just about over. I join back into the conversation, commercials play under our words, the next TBS presentation starts…. They played One Fine Day back to back.