All you really need to know about the Albuquerque Science Fiction Society is summed up in the fact that we all thought the twistedly brilliant short film Franz Kafka’s It’s a Wonderful Life to be a perfect holiday movie.
You thought I was kidding, didn't you? Again.
It was brought to our Christmas meeting tonight by the incomparable Patricia Rogers – if you know her, that’s an of course – who had found it in a bargain bin in Target, of all places. Patricia has a great many gifts. An infallible affinity for the weird is definitely among them.
As well as the usual suspects, Melinda Snodgrass fell by for a few minutes at the beginning of the meeting. As always it was fun hanging with her.
Along with showing various short Christmas films (the rest were Rifftrax) tonight’s meeting was the occasion of our Annual Dessert Cook-Off. The “challenge ingredient” this year was coffee.
There were a number of wonderful goodies, both with coffee and without. I thought of adding some coffee to my red chile pumpkin soup, but desisted on the strong suspicion it would be vomitous. Despite containing brown sugar the soup’s not really a dessert; I brought it because, well, people kept asking me to. Which was quite flattering.
Unfortunately, and despite the fact that Randi Tinkham was kind and generous enough to lug her crock-pot all the way down from Santa Fe for me to warm the soup in, the stuff stayed ice-cold throughout most of the meeting. Some brave souls ate it cold. It’s not bad that way; it’s just better hot.
I didn’t win anything – as I dolefully predicted halfway through the meeting, the soup indeed got hot just about the time to wrap thigns up – but I didn’t really expect to. Under the circumstances more than I expected got eaten
When I was transferring the soup back to my kettle from the crock-pot I somehow managed to slop some onto the counter and onto me. Wonderful. Fortunately it wasn’t hot enough to napalm my legs.
However, on the way home I had to stop off to buy cat food at Wally World. As I went hit the bright lights inside I realized to my horror that I totally looked as if I had yarped all over my lower pants legs and shoes.
Then I consoled myself with the realization I was almost certainly not the only person in Wal-Mart at 10:30 on Friday night who looked as if they’d thrown up on their shoes. But I was the only one who looked that way and hadn’t.
We now conclude this evening’s presentation of TMI Theater…
Update: Snapshot of tonight’s SF club meeting:
Woman: Did you just say, “Shit, I’m a banana,” in German?
Me: Yes. Yes, I did.
Popularity: 2% [?]
Submitted in support of your premise…
http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/
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Hey! I resemble that! Last night I was one of the People of Wal-Mart.
Admittedly, I looked as if I’d yakked on my shoes.
How do you say “Shit, I’m a banana” in German???
“Scheisse, Ich bin banane,” maybe?
You’re close! I said, “Scheisse, Ich bin eine Banane.” Of course, your way might be acceptable too.
For what it’s worth, Babelfish agrees with me. Although they use the old Esszett – “Scheiße!” – which I gather is politically incorrect now.
Ahh, the holidays.
I’d have used the Esszett if i could have figured out how to get it on this keyboard. I omitted the “eine” based on the difference between what JFK thought he was saying in Berlin, and what he really said. Wasn’t sure if that applied in this case or not.
- M. (\”/)