Misfit Island

The other day, while having a telephone conversation with That’s Not Chinese, I realized we’ve got a lot of Spotted Elephants, Bird Fishes, “A Dolly for Sues,” and Charlie-In-The Boxes in our lives. “I really think we should check with city zoning and see if we can rezone these blocks as an island – specifically, Misfit Island,” I told her. “Seems like a good idea. I would visit. Wait, I live here,” she replied. She’s perfect for the island. If King Moonracer weren’t already the Island ruler, I would recommend her for the job.

As we continued to chat about current life events, she told me a story that caused me to ask her what she was wearing (even though she had already informed me she was in her pajamas). “My comfies,” she replied. “What’s under them?” I asked her. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Have you got real legs, prosthetic legs, no legs. What’s under them?” I clarified. “Real legs,” she answered. “Are they broken?” I asked. “No,” she said. “Well, then, run! Run, Forrest, run. Leave Wilson behind,” I advised her.

I realize I combined two of Tom Hanks’ greatest movies, Forrest Gump and Cast Away, but I think the characters from these fine films would be perfect on our island. Even if they aren’t perfect, it’s Misfit Island, nobody is supposed to fit in. Speaking of no, am I the only person who (just) picked up on the fact that Tom Hanks’ character in Cast Away is called Chuck Noland? No land. Clever.