I have a date with a pretty 14-year-old girl this evening.
Someone remind me before 17.00 Central European Time, so I don’t drive home and leave my daughter standing in front of the Sex Shop on the Mariahilferstrasse where all the junkies congregate, wondering where the hell dad is.
I forgot my cell phone today, so it’s just me and my memory against, you know, entropy and obliviousness. Tag-teaming. Battle Royale in The Cage.
- Announcer: [fixes toupee] It looks bad for Mig, folks. Entropy has him in a propellor spin. Ready for takeoff… ouch!
Entropy: Yawn.
Mig: Oof. Eh. Feel so sleepy.
Announcer: Uh-oh, Entropy is tagging his partner, Oblivion! Here comes Oblivion, and he doesn’t look happy!
Memory: [on the sidelines] Mig! Are you there? Tag me, man!
Mig: Something is nagging me, at the back of my head, around the corners of my consciousness.
Memory: Shit, dude! Helloooo!
Announcer: Oblivion is erecting his impenetrable Wall of Silence and ennui! There’s no way out! This is what sent The Rock to Hollywood, if you remember! And that governor guy! And El Diablo!
Entropy: Give up, Mig. Memory, you stay where you are, he didn’t tag you. Give up, give up, I always win! The belt is mine!
Mig: What the hell was it? I see a sex shop. Why am I thinking about a sex shop.
Entropy: That’s not fair, Memory! He didn’t tag you!
Announcer: He’s struggling back! And now for a word from our sponsor.
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Announcer: Welcome back, folks. Sorry you missed the climactic bit where Mig remembered what he was forgetting. Here it is in slow-motion:
Mig: HHHHHhhhhrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm. OOOOOhhhhhhhhhh yyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh.
Entropy: Dang.
Oblivion: How’d he get past the Wall? Dang.
Mig: Eh, Beta’s gonna be pissed. Better hurry.
Memory: [squirts ionic energized oxygen drink all over Mig's head] Atta boy.
ha ha ha! hilarious description of the process. unfortunately with me there is no slow motion bit unless i write stuff on my hands with ballpoint (one of my clients told me i could get ink poisoning, is this true?)…