UNIVERSAL DONOR: MA VIE EN CROUTE
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Universal Donor
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
From the Wikipedia:
The Pope's death is officially determined by the Cardinal Chamberlain by gently tapping the late Pope's head thrice with a silver hammer and calling his birth name three times.... The Cardinal Chamberlain then retrieves the Fisherman's Ring. Usually the ring is on the Pope's right hand. But with Paul VI, he had stopped wearing the ring during the last years of his reign, and left it in his desk.That shit is hi-larious. I'm sorry if any of you are easily-offended Catholics and you don't like the idea of your God's highest earthly representative getting his head hammered, but I'm just pasting from the encyclopedia. That shit is true. Besides. If you are easily offended or devoutly religious, how exactly did you end up reading this site? Friends, the weather in New York has temporarily turned Los Angelean, and goddamn if it isn't beautiful. I took a stroll down to the comic book store to buy some comics and to bear witness a facet of humanity that I hate: the disgruntled and snobby retail clerk. Herewith a playlet. SUNNY DAY AT THE COMIC SHOP Dramatis Personae: Universal Donor, a customer and playwright; Rico, bike messenger who appears to be on speed, also a would-be customer; Ken, a disgruntled and snobby retail clerk. A comic store in midtown Manhattan. Noon. Early April. UD walks up to the register with some comics. KEN is behind the register, which is raised on a two-foot high dais, evidently making KEN feel superior to just about everybody, even though he has an awful comic-book-store-guy paunch and a patchy goatee. He is wearing a T-shirt over a long-sleeve shirt. KEN is manifestly inferior to most mammals. The store's stereo system is playing The Cardigans' cover of Black Sabbath's Iron Man. UD: Hi there. You're holding something for me? Under the name "Donor"? KEN: (Looks behind the counter listlessly) Yeah. Um. What exactly is it? UD: (self-consciously) Uh.... Alan Moore's Top Ten. KEN: Okay, yeah. Here it is. UD: (holding up Igort's 5 is the Perfect Number) Do you know anything about this? KEN: (Snobbily) I haven't read it. UD: Oh. Well, I'll take it anyway. Enter RICO, high-energy and breathless. He rushes straight up to the counter and addresses KEN. RICO: Hey yo mang yestiday I cam in I talked to this guy, I dunno his name, he was dark skin, you know a black guy, he said he knew a guy who had a hawk, you know a scupchah, and he said to come back today and talk to him about it. So um, he here? KEN: I'm sorry. While you were talking, you kept turning your head away from me? I didn't hear most of what you said. UD: He's looking for a hawk sculpture. KEN: A hawk sculpture. RICO: Yeah, a hawk scupchah. I know you don't sell it, mang, but he said he knew sombuddy. KEN: A Hulk sculpture? Like The Incredible Hulk? RICO: Yeah mang, the Hawk. KEN: Oh. Well that's a different story. Okay. So... who were you talking to? RICO: (getting visibly agitated) I don't know his name. I fooget. He was workeen yestiday. KEN: (speaking even more slowly so as to infuriate RICO) Well, we all wear name tags. (He points to his own, which reads "Ken") RICO: yeah but. (RICO wants to say again that the man who he had spoken to the day before was black, but notices a black guy right behind him in line and freezes up) KEN: Sorry. RICO: Um! KEN: I guess try again later. Exit RICO. KEN: (to UD) Sign here. WHITE-HAIRED MALE CUSTOMER: What's this music? PINK-HAIRED FEMALE EMPLOYEE: The Cardigans. UD: The Cardigans! The End Well it's too beautiful a day to spend it writing cynical prose. I think I'll stare wistfully out the window instead. Tonight I'm going to see some comedy with The Confusing Wizard in honor of our favorite comedian, Mitch Hedberg, requiescat in pace. 0 comments |
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