Impressions

October 17th, 2006

Kenny and I have a little game where we make up quotes for famous people.

1) “Some say the Holocaust was an act of God, that all those Jews repaid their blood debt in God’s little bakery oven.”

2) “Dick walked into the lavatory, sat down in the stall next to me, and just blew chunks. I thought to myself, Henny Penny, the sky’s falling down!”

3) “If you don’t have that nigger girl you made secretary of state pick mama up some vagisil from the market I will split you a hair lip again I swear to Christ”

4) “Good Heavens! Are you all gonna tell me you actually think our administration is conspiring to circumvent the Geneva Conventions? That tarbaby is way past its expiration date.”

5) “And when we are done with Iran it is time to take on Mexico. Everyone knows that Mexicans are nothing more than shaved Macaccans anyhow…”

Isn’t this fun? Now you can guess which ones deserve their imaginary quote:

Barbara Bush, George Allen, Donald Rumsfeld, Ann Coulter, Tony Snow

Icebreaker

September 14th, 2006

If you are stuck in a relationship, suffocating under frozen thick layers of permaguilt, take a stab at brutal honesty:

“Being with you is like wandering through a perpetually bleak, gloomy day, desperately busying myself with self-loathing introspection to stave off thoughts of a blissful final exit.”

Rib Bone

August 12th, 2006

There’s a strange nexus between my wife and my mom. They were born on the same day, even under the same Chinese zodiac sign. And though different in some ways, there are uncanny similarities.

To wit, they both:

- harbor a thinly veiled desire lead a cult
- delight in being the only woman among men
- pout and whine with no discrimination to the importance of the matter
- cannot contain their rescue fetish as it pertains to pets, animals, relatives, neighbors, the lonely, the garrulous, and the less fortunate
- coo at animals and inanimate objects
- share a wretched delight in heckling me

If I were smarter, I would have kept the two apart to prevent the fabric of the universe from being torn asunder. But instead, they met one another and swapped stories of how infantile I allegedly am.

Now it is too late. Even at 9,000 miles apart, they manage to gang up on me. This came about recently when I related to my wife the story of how my mom used to tease me in a very peculiar manner.

I was seven years old and such a sucker for her whining. Here’s how it would go:

Her: Oh my son….your mommy is soooo hungry, and I am longing for some ribs.

Me: No! Stay away!

Her: Look at me! I am so skinny and hungry, you should just let me have one of your ribs. Won’t you let mommy have just one rib? Mommy is sooo hungry!

Me: Just one? Do you promise?

Her: Of course just one! But I have to pick the very best one! Come here and let me find the best one.

At this point, she’d take me into her arms, flip me sideways and starting counting my ribs with her fingers. She knew I was ticklish beyond all reason and delighted in making me squeal as she identified and rated each rib bone. Finally, when she sensed I could take no more, she’d announce that she’d found the one to eat and bit me in my ribcage.

Of course I screeched in terror and ran off with tears streaming from being tickled.

Upon hearing this ridiculous childhood account, my wife immediately took on the mommy part and begged for a rib, pleading, “Tommy…I am soooo hungry….won’t you give me just one rib???”

Sometimes she tickled me too much...also this is the sniffy kiss she'd always use!