I love memorabilia as bookmarks. Right now my place in my copy of Sarah Vowell's essay collection "The Partly Cloudy Patriot" is being saved by my ticket to "An Evening With Garrison Keillor." In W.E.B. Du Bois' "The Souls of Black Folk" is a "World Famous Cable Car" ticket from my trip to San Francisco last summer. I always keep these little bits of ephemera but until very recently I have never figured out what to do with them beyond keeping them in small, decorative boxes. Of course my little boxes are full of things that won't fit in a book quite so snuggly, such as gift shop shot glasses, old t-shirts from parks I have camped in with my parents that are far too big (or too small), and a small chunk of the Blues Brother's vehicle, the Bluesmobile, that I accidentally broke off when my family was visiting Universal Studios many, many years ago.
Speaking of traveling, I have thought about writing a travel essay entitled something like "places I have pooped" because having IBS I have pooped more places than not. Any sort of environmental change engages my illness so needless to say when I travel I defecate. Well, it's an idea anyway. I have found it is always good to get all ideas out so they don't disappear. But perhaps it is best to not write down these ideas on a public blog. Oh well, I am not into editing these posts so it is going to remain. And I will be the one laughing all the way to the bank when the Travel Channel picks up my travel column that spun off of my essay and turns it into a hit T.V. series. So take that, sayers of nay.
Monday, March 7, 2011
a joke
I just heard this joke as the Ice Breaker on the podcast "Dinner Party Download" from NPR. This joke made me laugh louder than I have in quite some time. I frightened JennyAnyDots who sunk her claws into the bed and puffed her tail up. So here's the joke.
"So Jesus is walking around Heaven checking everybody out. Everyone is all blissed out with their harps and halos and such but there is this one fellow who is sitting all alone with his head in his hands and he is bawling his eyes out.
'Hey, hey there.' Jesus said to the guy. 'This is Heaven, you know. It's the place of perpetual joy and, well, you made it so we can't have you crying. Kills the vibe and such.'
'Oh, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. It's just that back on the earth I was a lowly carpenter and I had a son who was in the profession with me but when he was around 30-years-old he left telling me he had a mission to accomplish. So he went off into the wilderness and I never saw him again. I was really hoping I would be able to see my boy once I got here but I have looked everywhere and I haven't found him.'
Then Jesus exclaims, 'Father!'
And the man stands up and yells, 'PINOCCHIO!'"
Gets me every time.
"So Jesus is walking around Heaven checking everybody out. Everyone is all blissed out with their harps and halos and such but there is this one fellow who is sitting all alone with his head in his hands and he is bawling his eyes out.
'Hey, hey there.' Jesus said to the guy. 'This is Heaven, you know. It's the place of perpetual joy and, well, you made it so we can't have you crying. Kills the vibe and such.'
'Oh, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. It's just that back on the earth I was a lowly carpenter and I had a son who was in the profession with me but when he was around 30-years-old he left telling me he had a mission to accomplish. So he went off into the wilderness and I never saw him again. I was really hoping I would be able to see my boy once I got here but I have looked everywhere and I haven't found him.'
Then Jesus exclaims, 'Father!'
And the man stands up and yells, 'PINOCCHIO!'"
Gets me every time.
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