BTTF and 9/11

Yesterday afternoon, I turned on the TV and realized that my all-time favorite movie, “Back to the Future,” was on TNT, so I watched it until the end. At one point in the movie, Marty McFly is writing Doc Brown a letter to warn him that in the future he’ll be shot and killed. As he writes, he speaks the words aloud: “On the night that I go back in time, you will be shot and killed by terrorists.” But in the TNT version yesterday, he said, “On the night that I go back in time, you will be shot.” The rest of the sentence is cut out. And the phrase is even blanked out when the camera shows his words on the page. I couldn’t believe it. I found a couple of message board threads about it, and apparently that’s not the only 9/11-related cut.

Thank goodness for DVDs.

(By the way, whenever I see the phrase “bttf.com” I automatically think of “buttfuck.”)

Therapy

So the story behind this (since he wants me to write about it) is that I brought Matt to therapy with me last night. It’s something we’d been talking about for a while, and we’d planned it with my therapist a couple of weeks ago. Since I talk about Matt all the time in therapy, we thought it might be interesting for my therapist to meet him, and perhaps it would give Matt and I some insights into each other.

In all my years of therapy, I’d never brought someone with me before. It was odd at first, introducing him into my inner sanctum, where the dynamic has always been between me and my therapist. Matt was suddenly made flesh for her, and vice versa. I joked at the end of the session that I’d finally proved that Matt wasn’t imaginary, like Snuffleupagus.

(Yes, I know that the whole point of Snuffy (originally) was that he wasn’t actually imaginary, it’s just that nobody besides Big Bird could see him, but give me some license here.)

I don’t know if any of you out there in Therapyland have ever brought a significant other with you to a session, but it was enlightening. We’ll probably do it again, in fact.