Friday, September 07, 2007
Brainpearls: Dribbleglass Edition
Feeling beset… tired and eyesore… gonna have a busy busy weekend and a very confusing following week… yet I feel compelled to get something up on the old ‘hutmobile. So: here’s some shattered danglers from the dribbleglass of my mind:
Point: Today we heard a story on the morning radio news about an Army General named Jones, and his big loud report. Kel, listening, raised her hands querulously with a vague look on her face, and uttered in a sing-song voice that she really, really wanted… something. She didn’t know what. “It’s sort of a general jones,’ she explained. I came THIS CLOSE to blowing muesli out my nose. (but in the good way.) (which is to say, I actually meant “muesli.")
Counterpoint: A few days ago K was gearing up to clean the kitchen AGAIN and mumbled in her exhaustion, “I wish we had beer that would make me awake.” No laughter at this one – just a sober and appreciative assessment of how great life would be. Only if.
Antipoint: Some of the streetcars in town are “historical” examples from other cities. Some of these are Milanese (thought unfortunately not minty, which is a condition to which all things Milano ought to aspire). These Italian streetcars still have some of their unintelligible signage, like exit signs and some cute ads that are still in some damn imperial roman code or something. My favorite one, however, was over some of the frontward seats that seemed, to my clumsy eye, to say in translation: “Reserved for war invalids and labor mutilees.” I tell ya, the old Europe is the same as the New Europe – mutilated and invalid. Makes our “These seats must be vacated when needed by the elderly or disabled” seem a bit milquetoast. Then again, I can whip up one hell of a plate of milquetoast.
Nonpoint: If I were going to try to create a new broad-appeal mascot for a tobacco product, along the lines of Joe Camel but less “adult”, I think I’d go with Tarzan Nicotine. There’s probably some kind of “brachiation” joke there that implicates the respiratory system but I’m too tired to generate it.
Next week I’ll be out a lot from work, which really sort of screws me because there is a lead donkeybutt-worth of steaming deliverables on my desk, waiting for me to embrace it in my powerful grasp. Eurgh. I’ll try to get you a real post in the meantime. What do you think, the smiley lady, the crappy cookies, or the kaleidoscopes?
