Why yes, I am an adolescent.
A few weeks ago I was listening to public radio when someone called in to say, "Hi, I have a big penis, I like to play with it." Brian Lehrer, professional that he is, cut him off with nary a comment and moved on. I, however, was thrilled and amused (it doesn't take much) and laughed for too long while hunting for the phone so I could call Scott. What was so funny was not just that a guy said this on the Brian Lehrer show, but that he said it in this perfect WNYC-caller voice, the breezy voice of your average liberal with season passes to Lincoln Center and a lifetime subscription to the New Yorker.
Henry, by the way, was in the room, and undoubtedly heard the words spoken on the radio, but didn't even blink. After all, if one has it, why wouldn't one want to play with it? Sounds like a reasonable topic of discussion.
Anyway, I called Scott, who laughed almost as hard as I did, which is why we get along so well. Then I made a few more calls. Then I thought, can I blog about this? I decided to be mature, and anyway, what else was there to say, except OH MY GOD THIS GUY TALKED ABOUT HIS PENIS ON WNYC HA HA HAAAAR. So after sharing my new favorite anecdote to my entire family on Thanksgiving, I decided to let it go.
But as you can see, ultimately I couldn't stop myself from sharing. It had to come out. And now that it's here, I feel so much better.
In conclusion, there's a new Wonderland post today. Happy weekend!










December 14, 2007
Reader Comments (20)
No! I could say something better I know it! Like: Those people with lifetime subscriptions to the New Yorker and tickets to Lincoln Center are really kinky. But if you want twisted, you have to subscribe to the New York Review of Books.
Sigh.
It's like an audio version of spam!
Cat Haiku
You never feed me.Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.That will show you.
I need a new toy.Tail of black dog keeps good time.Pounce! good dog! good dog!
The rule for today:Touch my tail, I shred your hand.New rule tomorrow.
In deep sleep hear soundCat throwup hairball somewhereWill find in morning
Grace personified,I leap into the window.I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then --Silence, me, a paper bag.What is so funny?
You're always typing.Well, let's see you ignore mySitting on your hands.
My small cardboard box.You cannot see me if ICan hide my head.
Terrible battle.I fought for hours. Come and see!What's a 'term paper'?
Small brave carnivoresKill pine cones and mosquitoesFear vacuum cleaner.
Want to trim my claws?Don't even think about it!My cries will wake the dead.
I want to be closeTo you. Can I fit my headinside your armpit?
Wanna go outside.Oh, no! Help! I got outside!Let me back inside!
Oh no! Big Onehas been trapped by newspaper!Cat to the rescue!
Humans are so strange.Mine lies still in bed, then screams!My claws aren't that sharp . . .
Litter box not hereYou must have moved it againI'll crap in the sink.
We're almost equalsI purr to show I love youWant to smell my butt?
Heh, I said, "stuff".