Monday, July 02, 2007

The restless and the damned

Random thoughts that occurred to me during the completely sleepless hours between waking at 3:57 a.m. and the alarm clock going off at 7:15:

— In re: the foot, or elbow, or ass, or whatever that is lodged against my lowest right-hand rib: Would removal of that rib necessarily count as “major” surgery? Because three more fucking months of this ... holy flaming balls.

— It is a very, very special type of friend whom you can call from a bar that you have been in with your husband and y’all’s friend Lebowski for over two hours on a Saturday afternoon at 5:00 and say hey, can me and these couple of drunks come to your house? We can be on the road in 15 minutes and in your driveway in an hour and a half! And they say, without hesitation, “Hell yeah, come on over.” And you go, and hang out with them and jam till 4:00 a.m. and swim in their pool and play with their kids and finally move your lazy ass homeward around five the next afternoon.

— Everybody should be watching Big Love (on HBO), because it’s a great show and but also because the recaps on Mighty Big TV are frickin awesome. For instance, from a couple weeks ago: “If there's anyone who can get away with having their face magnified fifty times and then have its gap-toothed rictus suspended motionless above a defenseless citizenry, Bill Paxton isn't him. Imagine driving along and looking up and thinking, Holy Christ, it's Chet from Weird Science!”

— We have to go to see our financial planner today, an utterly humorless and frighteningly competent little man who is the grownups’ equivalent of a school principal. We pay him to tell us what to do with our money (the part he doesn’t take in fees). The other day, Mr. Gleemonex was talking about buying some gadget or other, and I said, “Quick! Buy it before [Thor] says we can’t!” And I was only sort of kidding.

— Speaking of principals, did anyone else think, back in elementary school, that Mr. Young (the principal) and Mrs. Carraway (the school secretary) were married to each other? Or was that just me?

— This one’s for my fellow prisoners of the evil fascist FBOFW regime (the rest of y’all can stop reading here, you lucky ducks): Why did April capitulate? I mean, Gerald told his slack-jawed yahoo buddies that he totally tapped that ass (when he DID NOT), and now he’s gone over to the Dark Side (playing for La Roadside, Rebekkkah, in the Special People’s Telethon) — what did he do to earn April's forgiveness? Secondly: So, great, Mason’s flaw (besides suddenly morphing into Mr. Kelpfroth over the course of a wedding and meal), is that he’s a big ol’ drunk. Faaaantastic. Now Granthony will save the day, stepping in to start the dancing with Liz, and we’ll rhumba one step closer to the Great Dread Inevitable.

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Anonymous down on 13 said...

Re: Big Love. Rhonda FREAKS ME OUT! Do you think she's still "intact"???

12:30 PM  
Blogger srah said...

April is an idiot. This comic makes me want to scream. Where are my monthly letters????? I must know all of these idiots' innermost thoughts that didn't make it in the whole month's-worth of strips that it's taken to cover a) a wedding and b) a special needs kid's speech.

Although I could understand it taking Shann...on... two... weeks... to... deliver... her... speech.

1:14 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

d13: yes, I think she is "intact" (ugh!) -- because that's the only currency she has (or so she thinks). But if she found a way to play it, she'd play it in a hot minute. I could see her saying Bill had compromised her, and demanding to be 4th wife or she'll run & tattle to the authorities. Girl is Trouble with a capital T.

srah: I ... hear ... you.

1:34 PM  
Blogger srah said...

Is your financial planner really named Thor? My parents' is named Thaddeus. Except I think that's not his real name. I think it's his middle name. His first name must be really bad if he goes by Thaddeus.

3:43 PM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

I was like, Wait, you're back with him because he's playing the Breathless Telethon? And from the panel, clearly Gerald was just as confused, but like, "Okay, whatever, that was easy!"

Also, my dad is a financial planner, but he's nice and not bossy and always has good candy in his office.

10:11 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Heh! The planner's name is actually Curtis -- but it amuses me to make up pseudonyms, so Thor it is ... he is about five feet in loafers, and really seriously INTO his profession. He's good, yo. I don't want a financial planner who blows smoke up my ass, you know? But I'd totally go to your dad, Sarah, if I were in y'all's hood. ;-)

How 'bout today's strip? Did I call it, or what? Sometimes I HATE being right.

9:07 AM  
Anonymous berwie said...

mr. young and ms. caraway aren't married???

9:27 AM  

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