Monday, September 04, 2006 Baby, you are so talented.
This afternoon David, a very kind person, drove me all over town so I could get a transit pass. First we went to the laundromat. "They sell bus passes at the laundromat?" "But it makes so much sense!" The laundromat was all out of bus passes, but the machine at the ball park had them in stock, so now I can go anywhere in town in a limited number of directions.
My dad wrote me an e-mail where he suggested I go visit H.L. Mencken's old house. I probably won't, but let's imagine, for a moment, that I'm the kind of person who goes to museums. It all seems so classy! Maybe I'll break myself of saying, "Where's that at?" too. I'm already eating vegetable after godforsaken vegetable. You wouldn't know me, unless you already did.
My dad also included a joke about a pig and a constipated boa constrictor. My friend Betsy Battleaxe and I have a running contest to see who can tell the best Dad jokes in day to day conversation, and I'd gotten a little cocky. I saw that joke, whose punchline was "This too shall pass", and I was humbled. I can watch Blazing Saddles until I'm blue in the face, and I'll come close to getting it, because that movie incorporates just about every conceivable touchstone of Dad humor, but there is no substitute for 70-odd years of puns and poop jokes. Maybe if you were a hard-drinking five year old, you could do it, but you'd have to have problems with your back.
I keep going back and editing this post: when I read over it, it sounds cruel, or at least contemptuous, which isn't what I'm after at all. Everything I say or write sounds a little bitter. This too shall pass. posted by Frenz | 9/04/2006 09:53:00 PM
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