fine line

So here we are.

Ten years ago this month, AVENUE Q came to Broadway. It began previews on July 10, 2003 and opened on July 31, 2003. I was in it, making my Broadway debut. Ten months later, the show won the Tony. There are so many things in this paragraph that still seem unfathomable to me, but there you have it.

In honor of this anniversary, today’s post is all about the fine, fine lines there are between things. (It was the best song in the show, after all.)

I’ve already mused upon the fine line between bravery and stupidity in 2010’s “brave or stupid” (where I referred to it as a “thin line” so as not to cause people to say oh you said the words from that song you once sang!), but thankfully, there are so many other fine, fine lines out there that we can ponder, other than between love and a waste of time, of course. They may not be good lyrics, but they are apt nonetheless:

There’s a fine, fine line between extreme self confidence and total delusion.

There’s a fine, fine line between a hipster and someone too lazy to look in a mirror.

There’s a fine, fine line between a frittata and an omelet.

There’s a fine, fine line between gourmet and “there’s sea salt on it.”

There’s a fine, fine line between being young at heart and being a man-child.

There’s a fine, fine line between having exquisite taste and being a complete snob.

There’s a fine, fine line between thinking outside the box and not understanding what’s supposed to go inside the box in the first place.

There’s a fine, fine line between art and garbage.

There’s a fine, fine line between sharp comic observation and cruelty.

There’s a fine, fine line between vintage and just old.

There’s a fine, fine line between being careful and being a coward.

There’s a fine, fine line between well-marbled and fatty.

There’s a fine, fine line between paying homage and plagiarism.

There’s a fine, fine line between funny and sad.

There’s a fine, fine line between high fashion and ridiculousness.

There’s a fine, fine line between today’s triumph and next week’s failure.

There’s a fine, fine line between talented and loud.

There’s a fine, fine line between social networking and desperation.

There’s a fine, fine line between muffins and cake-for-breakfast.

There’s a fine, fine line between kindness and needing a favor.

There’s a fine, fine line between expertise and obsession. 

There’s a fine, fine line between freelancing and unemployment.

There’s a fine, fine line between self-deprecation and the truth.

There’s a fine, fine line between edgy and just a lot of cursing.

There’s a fine, fine line between a follower and a lemming.

There’s a fine, fine line between dreaming and denial.

There’s a fine, fine line between a reboot and a complete lack of new ideas.

But the finest, finest line of all is the one between a “web...blah...log” and utter nonsense.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.