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Saturday, June 27, 2009

Memories: listening to Red Foxx standup on 8-track while playing pool in Gramma's basement


In a recent chat with my friend Brent -- somehow got onto the topic of comedians, and how there are no good ones anymore -- he mentioned Red Foxx...

Can't hear that name without being reminded of hanging out with my cousins in my grandma's basement, shooting pool and listening to a Red Foxx standup routine on an 8-track player that she had down there. My grandma & grandpa went to the auction in Minot every single weekend, and always came home with boxes and boxes of random junk. A lot of times grandma would just buy boxes for $1 without even knowing what was in them. Anyway, she had all sorts of 8-track tapes down there -- Meatloaf, Kool N The Gang, and the Red Foxx are the ones I remember most.

"What's the difference between a pickpocket and a peeping tom? A pickpocket snatches watches."

"Sometimes, you get up in the morning... (long pause) ...and that's too much for ya."

And thinking about grandma's basement... They had a barroom with those swinging saloon doors -- we loved those. An actual bar with bar stools, those neon beer & liquor signs, rows of bottles on glass shelves... Can't forget this one large neon beer sign that looked like an ocean with little fish that moved from right to left, for some reason found it fascinating. We'd always hang out in there, and my cousins would always say they were going to drink some of the brandy but I don't think they ever did. Thing I remember most about the bar, though, was the snake: they had a dead rattlesnake all curled up and preserved in a jar below the bar in one of the cupboards (I believe my uncle caught and killed it). Every time we were there we had to take it out and look at it.

I also remember that they hat a satellite dish -- one of those 20-foot-tall installations in the back yard -- and since we only had 4 channels, this was the coolest thing ever. But truthfully the only thing we ever seemed to find worth watching was "The Dark Crystal," which seemed to be on every single time we were there -- I'm pretty sure I saw that at least 7 times at their house...

Thinking about this now it makes me sad that they're both dead, the house sitting empty and falling apart.

I'm also sad that my wife Kari never got to meet Grandma, and neither did Abbey (step-daughter, now 13) or Oskar (now 14 months). She was a wacky and eccentric lady.



(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn't I.)

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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Giant bugs on the road?...


In my car I just switched stations and heard:

"to exterminate all those bugs and pests. That's your latest traffic."

I'm always amused at how they include ads as though it was part of the news story -- without missing a beat or changing tone in any way. Is this supposed to trick the listener's brain into thinking the ad is true and credible or something? Cause all it does is make it harder to take the news seriously...

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Happily Ever After




[ courtesy bspcn.com ]


(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn't I.)

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Dream: Pin Darts War


Middle of the night. Going out of my mind trying not to drink. In an inner city somewhere, in a very small squalid apartment, living with Kari but no kids. I'm in college and have recently realized how much shit I have not done/handed in, and how many classes I have skipped. Wandering around town, going to bars but not drinking.

These two dark-skinned blokes are playing a weird game where they throw little needle-like darts at each other. The pins are several inches long but extremely thin, and they stick into the skin. I get in on the game, and I am not used to this so it is quite excruciating -- I have hundreds of these long pins stuck into my hands, arms, face, neck, chest... But for some reason it is a release and I enjoy it. Derek Smith is there -- "hey, I didn't know you played!" -- and he's telling the other blokes about how some friends of his take it very seriously, and instead of straight pins they use darts with long curled pins that burrow down beneath the skin when they hit you and are really hard to get out again; he shows us a picture of a guy's arm, you can see the metal spiral pushing up beneath the skin.

At some point I realize the other "team" is not throwing darts but wielding chain saws, machetes, and the like. I can't figure out how this can be part of the game...

When I decide to go home I have to pull them out and give them back to the guy -- it's his special kit and he keeps them in a special leather bag.

When I get home I realize I've still got tons of them stuck in my skin. Kari is worried about me, because she thinks I did it to myself. I try to explain to her...

At some point I am going on a violent rampage, completely enraged and out of control. I can't remember if I get drunk or not...

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn't I.)

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