Sphinx of Black Quartz
QOTD
The saddest thing about having a great butt is that everyone can enjoy it except you.
— Bronwyn
Shower-thought about WALL-E
I was today years old when I figured out that WALL-E (2008) is just a re-telling of the movie Idiocracy (2006).
Don’t take this the wrong way. I like both movies. However, the parallels I see off the top of my head:
- The world is a mess, literally and figuratively;
- People are obsessed with low-grade entertainment and let their minds (and, in the case of WALL-E, their bodies) fall apart, while machines and automation have kept society from collapsing
- Nobody knows how to get plants to grow;
- Someone from the past holds the key to saving the world
There are probably more, this is all going from memory while I was in the shower this morning.
Otters!
We’ve acquired a new resident in our local lake.
I didn’t know that river otters are native to our area, but they are. They were hunted for fur and became rare – but not extinct. Now they’re coming back.
Winter seems like an odd time to move in. The lake is busy freezing over.
Ah well, I welcome our strange new neighbor anyway.
Fitness Update
I used to think I was fit when I walked a 15 minute mile. I was huffing and puffing, but I was proud that I did it.
Today, I averaged a sub-13 minute mile today and wasn’t even breathing hard.
I’m posting today not because that time was a particular achievement, but because it was so unremarkable. The achievement is that I can do it so reasonably.
Rune Sore Bees
Megh and I quote this story at each other from time to time about ordering breakfast at a foreign hotel. It originally came to us via email in the early days of Eternal September.
We riffed on it in front of a friend tonight. This friend did not know the story, and after giving the short-short-short story on it I figured I’d see if I could find it online.
Apparently it was written by Shelley Berman¹, not a random unknown person, and forwarded via email endlessly without permission or attribution.
I’m going to redistribute it again, but this time with attribution.
(Reading hints: You are on the phone. The other party is also in the hotel.)
Morny, rune sore-bees.
Oh sorry, I thought I dialed room service.
Rye. Rune sore-bees. Morny. Jewish to odor sunteen?
Yes, order something. This is room thirteen-oh-five. I want…
Okay, torino-fie. Yes plea?
I’d like some bacon and eggs.
Ow July then?
What?
Aches. Ow July then? Pry, boy, pooch…?
Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry. Scrambled, please.
Ow July thee baycome? Crease?
Crisp will be fine.
Okay. An Santos?
What?
Santos. July Santos?
Uh…I don’t know…I don’t think so.
No? Judo one toes?
Look. I really feel bad about this, but I just don’t know what judo-one-toes means. I’m sorry…
Toes! Toes! Why Jew Don Juan toes? Ow bow eenlish mopping we bother?
English muffin! I’ve got it! You were saying toast! Fine. An English muffin will be fine.
We bother?
No. Just put the bother on the side.
Wad?
I’m sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side.
Copy?
I feel terrible about this but…
Copy. Copy, tea, mill…
Coffee!! Yes, coffee please. And that’s all.
One Minnie. Ass rune torino-fie, strangle-aches, crease baycome, tossy eenlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy. Rye?
Whatever you say.
Okay. Tenjewberrymud.
You’re welcome.
Shelley Berman, A Hotel is a Place, Price Stern Sloan, 1972.
When I first received the story, it was supposed to have originated somewhere in Asia but the accent and (mis)pronunciation always seemed to be Spanish to me. (so maybe Philippines?)
¹ My first encounter with Mr. Berman was “The Sex Life Of The Primate (And Other Bits Of Gossip)” from my parent’s collection of vinyl. I was 12 or 13 and much of the humor went over my head – but not all of it.
Clowns
Now we just need to figure out if they are actual clowns or just people dressed up as clowns
— quoted by Sinister_JaY
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Almost 30 years after I first said I wanted to, we went to see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy live in concert. It was billed as a “Christmas Concert” but it was definitely NOT just Christmas music. I am still riding high on this.
BBVD does a great job of recreating the look and sound of swing and big-band jazz. They played a mix of Christmas, old standards, and original music. I really dug their cover of Minnie the Moocher, IMHO it’s as good as Cab Colloway’s.
Things I learned today:
- They been playing together, with the original line-up, for 31 years and they still look like they’re having fun.
- They’re only slightly older than me.
- That the Lexington, MA area crowd clearly didn’t know what kind of band they were buying tickets to see and were disappointingly low-energy.
A little bit on that last point: the band was superb and carried some real energy. Their showmanship was on point! I’m sad that the crowd was overall on the geriatric side and people were polite but not really feeling it. I think they were expecting a slow Christmas show, and this was definitely not that.
Megh and I decided that we’re going to take swing lessons and catch next year’s concert. We want to get up in the aisle and start dancing to fight back against the old fogies. The band deserves it!
Need I say more?
— Author unknown
Reddit Post I Can’t Stop Thinking About
If the devil can’t make you bad, he’ll make you busy.
Busy people don’t have time to care about other shit. As important as it may be to protect your country from apathy, from corruption, from fascism, it’s not something that’s directly in front of you so it’s not something you have time to worry about.
The propaganda about working hard (to keep single people busy), about getting married and having kids, about having a good work ethic, against work-life balance, all designed to keep you as busy as possible. Companies abuse childless people because “oh, well he has kids so he has to leave early… we need this done today”.
The government keeps you busy with paying taxes, renewing drivers licenses, passports, license plates, car inspections, code violations that you have to get fixed, tiny minimum wages that force you to take 2-3 jobs.
People with spare time have time to look at what’s going on around them… they have time to organize and fight for what they want. They have time to start their own businesses instead of being wage slaves for the rich. They have time to fight big issues when they come up. This is undesirable behavior. A big uprising, which is probably coming anyway, is the last thing the elite want.
So they keep you busy, and in control. They look at history and see all of the times when this failed but they think “Yeah, but people in the past were stupid… we can make it work this time”. And they push more and more and more, until everyone gets pushed too far. But first comes being busy.