Standing in the checkout line, living normally in a world of steak, prepackaged couscous, and kitty litter. A world, in short, of normalcy, of a universe I can believe, with consistent laws and ordinary people. And then, this! And all of the sudden I’m up Ben Edlund’s universe without a superpower.
It’s the perfect story
So they say
Hammer’s call to glory
Let’s all be our best
Next up – Who’s gay?
Although, does the Enquirer really count as life? I mean, since they absorbed the Weekly World News those guys have had to have something to do I guess.
Still, if you’re gonna show me things like that in the checkout line, I really think I deserve to have Marty Noxon show up at my house. Or NPH. Or at least David Fury.
I had all but forgotten! Smilin’ Jay reminded me that July 7 is Freenynakamas. Or was it Freeny-Nakamas? And what was it about the wheat paste anyway? Well, hell, it’s been a long time since high school, it’s kinda hard to remember. But I’ll raise a glass of grot anyway, if I can find some.
It is good to remember. Lot of water over the bridge since then, sure, but those times will always be with me. The spontaneous hikes up the mountain, the mad drive to get up the other side before the sun came up. Riding around town in someone else’s Land Cruiser, with the roof off and the gas tank never more than 1/2 full. Pulling up next to a carload of girls, our very attitude just screaming geek! Setting off the fireworks from the radio antennas at graduation. Watching the mayor turn into a snake and eat us all. Good times.
Some of those things actually happened.
Well, Freeny-Naka never made it big like the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but he was our fake prophet, and nobody can take that away from us.
Over on Pharyngula, the question was posed about creationists:
What about dentistry attracts these people?
Kinda got me thinking. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with meat-eating plants from outer space.
Which leads inevitably to Intelligent Design: The Musical!. But that’s too plain. Little Shop of Canards? Not likely.
I’m sure there’s a salable product here somewhere. We get Roy Zimmerman to write the words and music, and PZ to write the book, yeah! A little backing, and Broadway, here we come! Just need that catchy title. Best Little Schoolhouse in Texas? Donny Does Dallas? (Yes, there is a musical called “Debbie Does Dallas“)
I mean, it can’t do any worse than Glory Days! (Click that link quick, it’s not likely to last much longer, given the rather, uh, abbreviated run the show had on Broadway. Yeah, we’re talking one day. Ouch.)