Friday, November 25, 2005

Brilliant Ideas, Not Mine

The recalcitrant brother had this brilliant idea that a person could create some kind of garbage disposal for showers, that would somehow chop hair into non-clumping bits. The other brilliant idea came up over dinner the other night when I was over at the Professor's eating meatloaf with some of her 57 lovers. There was her cute boy and her philosopher and awesome sweet potato fries. And wine, lots of wine. Anyway, we were talking about how a philosopher might publish a book that would actually make money and her philosopher had this brilliant idea of doing a series of books explaining what various famous philosophers would think of sex toys--"Wittgenstein on Sex Toys," "Heidegger on Sex Toys," etc. And then the Professor suggested that there might be a series of sex toys that went with the books, so that one could buy a dildo shaped like, say, Nietzsche or Dewey. Sadly, I was unable to fully participate in the conversation, because I was distracted by the thought of a vibrator shaped like Einstein. Yes, even then, I knew he wasn't a philosopher, and so I said nothing, but sat there quietly imagining. Her cute boy gave me a ride home, which I thought was very nice. I'm starting to think that, as nice as having 57 lovers would be just in terms of feeling fabulous, the best side-effect has to be the fact that you always have a bunch of folks who can chauffeur you around. I was feeling grouchy and antagonistic, though, so I don't think I was very good company. Anyway, going to the zoo seemed like a good idea, but it was so cold that we went to the Science Center instead. That was my personal hell. All these kids and bright flashing lights and noise and my parents yelling at the recalcitrant brother who was yelling at his kids who were just yelling about everything, I guess to be heard over the other kids who were also yelling. It was chaos. I tried to hide upstairs, but my mom found me and piled all the coats on me. I guess that part, hot and tired, hidden under coats, wasn't too bad.


Blogger the Professor said...

You were GREAT company.

Lying under all the coats on my parents' bed during parties was always a great few minutes of any big family gathering. I was so excited when my aunt bought a full length fur coat - that was just great!

11/26/2005 01:17:00 AM  
Blogger the Professor said...

And, only one is a lover. I'm working on the other one. Although the strategy of leaving the door open for him to be able to hear us in bed might not be the best tactic.

I also like the shower idea, but I think he either outright stole or was at least inspired by Kramer's shower disposal on a Seinfeld episode.

11/26/2005 01:35:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Professor, that kind of talk is going to rile the Libertarians...

11/26/2005 07:46:00 AM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

No. She's right. It is reminiscent of the Seinfeld episode.

11/26/2005 09:03:00 AM  

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