Thursday, December 8, 2005

Löwenbräu and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat*

  • Yesterday, Löwenbräu spent several minutes telling a wandering story, the point of which was this: he signed an e-mail "the prodigal editor."
    This, he clearly felt, was the funniest thing he had ever done.
    "See what I did there? It's like the prodigal son," he announced. "You know that story, don't ya?"
    No.
    None of us have ever been to church, Löwenbräu. We are completely ignorant of Western culture -- the parables of Jesus are more obscure than Welsh-language zydeco

  • Good name for a band: Sticky Buttons

  • Last night I dreamt that an ex-girlfriend showed up at my door and begged me to take her back. I have this dream from time to time -- it's one of my favorites. It is not so much about the rejection of any one person as it is about my being able to reject them; the Ex-Girlfriend is usually a strange amalgam of women who have been foolish enough to go out with me (Irish-American face, Turkish ass, etc.).
    In the dream, Ex-Girlfriend is inconsolable in her grief and desperation to get me back.
    "Come on, now," I say. "You're making yourself look foolish."
    "I don't care," she wails, crumbling into me, her tears soaking my shirt. "Everything turned out alright for you, but I... I am just stuck. Please. We could be so good together now, you'll see..."
    "No. I'm married. I'm happy."
    "PLEASE!!!"
    "No. You're making a scene. Get up off the floor. Come on, get up."
    On it goes for a while and in the morning I wake up feeling like my heart is made of sunshine.
    Of course, the odds of this actually happening are only slightly worse than the odds of the U.S. government suddenly deciding to allocate $4 million a year for my personal use. But a lad can dream.

  • Oh, blimey. There are just so many things wrong with this picture.

  • Home sweet bus. Speaking of which, London's iconic double-decker Routemaster buses will be officially retired on Friday.

    *Yes, I realize that the story of the prodigal son is not the story of Joseph, but the headline made me laugh.
  • 9 comments:

    Jenny said...

    Thank fuck; they are the most uncomfortable buses in the world. And the conductors are asshats.

    Huw said...

    I disagree! And the bendy buses are poo! The routemasters' always-open-exit also allowed a chap to sashay off at will in congestion. Well, so long as they weren't going over 5mph. Then a chap might fall flat on his face and get laughed at.

    Crystal said...

    you really use the word foolish in your dreams?

    Curly said...

    Not a frequent visitor to London, I've never used one of those buses. But it'll be a shame to see them go, I agree with Huw - the bendy buses are Rubbish, they look so flimsy.

    Chris Cope said...

    I'm not sure I possess a particularly strong opinion, for or against, on articulated (bendy) buses. But when I was last in London, Jenny pointed them out to me and pointed out that the fun of them is when you stand in the bendy bit. The floor moves as the bus takes corners, forcing the people standing there to do a constant little bus dance.

    OldHorsetailSnake said...

    Joseph. Joseph? Was that the one about the guy and his coat of many coloraturas?

    Those occupiable buses will not sell, not without a sauna and hot tub.

    Jenny said...

    BENDY BUSES ARE THE FUTURE OF ROCK. You always get a seat on the 453 and there are three exits to avoid moron-ticket-congestion.

    I feel strongly on this issue. Nurse!

    Jenny said...

    I just can't let it go!

    I challenge you all to a bendy vs. routemaster wrestling match. Naked. In jelly. On a bus.

    Where is my husband? He should be defending the bendy corner.

    Charlotte said...

    The Pup looks adorable in her little antlers. OK, the antlers aren't actually hers, we borrowed them. Does that make it any less creepy? :)