In the midst of suffering from the flu this weekend I had a very odd collision of circumstance. My wife’s Aunt, Uncle, and Grandfather came for a visit this weekend so I was up late Friday night cleaning/rearranging. I got interrupted by my daughter and youngest song losing their lunches which foreshadowed my own sickness that manifested Sunday afternoon.
After we got them cleaned up and back down I decided to watch a documentary on Netlix before falling asleep. I chose a documentary on the animatronic band The Rock-afire Explosion that featured at the Showbiz Pizza Place in the 80s. (Documentary can be found here: http://movies.netflix.com/WiMovie/The_Rock-afire_Explosion/70218315/ )
Cute, quirky documentary that left enough of an impression on me that I mentioned it to my wife the next day. Her family arrived late Saturday afternoon and we ordered some pizza from one of my favorite clients Peace, Love, and Pizza and sat around chatting. As is usual when I talk with her Uncle Bill we both discussed work things as we both work in the audio-visual field. He was telling me about a project he worked on in the 80s and it turned out to be the very same Rock-afire Explosion!
If that wasn’t coincidence enough the following evening after we got the kids down we randomly decided to watch the new episode of The Simpsons and left the premiere of the Napoleon Dynamite cartoon on for the heck of it. About mid-way through the episode there was a scene set in a pizza place which featured a parody of… you guessed it… The Rock-afire Explosion. Everything down to the Gorilla front man. Turned out to be a semi-major plot point as well.
I’m no believer in fate and by the time the Explosion sang three times I was right in the center of a nasty flu bug, but part of me wonders if the universe is trying to tell me something.