March 01, 2005
treats aplenty
I spoke with BellyRub this evening. He was, as always, a delight to speak with.
He and I had a little (finger flexion) "discussion" about whether I really did (finger flexion) "know" something about him or if I thought I was pretty damned sure. I was asking him if he'd researched a problem he'd had. He said no. I told him that I didn't believe him. He said he did. I said, "I know you didn't do it."
"How do you know?"
"Because this is what you do. You say yes and then I find out that you haven't done anything you've said yes to."
He said, "Well, yeah, but if I actually did do the research, you wouldn't believe me. You'd still say that you knew that I didn't do it."
He's right. I would still say that.
He then said, "But if I told you that I had wrapped tape all around my head and then pulled it off and lots of my beard hair came off with it, you'd believe me."
He's right. I would.
He said, "That's just sad."
Then he asked, "Are you still afraid of sock monkeys?"
"Yeah. A little."
He laughed at me. He said that someday he'll be a famous puppeteer and he'll make me a "sock monkey parade."
Little bastard. Wanted to get me back for being a punk about his research and his face tape. I KNEW he'd do something like that.
have ya seen me parrot?
Arrrrrg. The hook I've got fer me hand's a chafin' me, lad. Couldja find me a nice, big sock to put 'round me stump? I need full use a'me hook to play the pianer at the Swashbuckler's Ball. Arrrrg.
Again, in my conversation with BellyRub, we came upon an interesting topic of conversation. We talked about people we've seen at the mall who make us laugh. I haven't seen any recently, but he had.
Oh boy, had he!
He saw a woman dressed in black spandex pants. And boots. And a voluminous shirt with the flounces and the ties and the accoutrements that go along with the Errol Flynn pirate shirt stereotype.
She was wearing spandex pants! Out! In public! And she wasn't exercising! And she wasn't in front of the tv! And they were shiny! And she had on a puffy shirt! With strings! Actually, I'm not outraged by the pants. It's the combo that's bringing up memories of middle school and high school. Those were fashion nightmare years. (Since no one wears clothes anymore that problem is pretty well solved.)
I expect, if he sees her again, that she will be wearing socks with the big, puffy ankles. (The kind that Socks wore when it was actually cool to wear them.) I bet that's what she wears to work, too. "Yeah, uh, hello, this is some kind of company and yeah, what can I do for you...oh wait, my collar tie came undone and is caught in the drawer and I have a pull in my lycra pants. Just hold, okay?"
Oh yes. I'm going to have to go to the mall with BellyRub very soon.
Posted by dotty at March 1, 2005 11:26 PM