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November 22, 2006


Friend Omega

little people need work, too

Friend Omega

as do jester hat manufacturers


The balloon makers can go fuck themselves, though.

You should have the Things Three make him a new arm for him out of popsicle sticks, glue, and rubber bands.

Yeah, okay, so I should never be a parent.


We'll call that near-English.

Friend R

"I really do have a thing for the paper umbrellas. Also, this is a footnote of a footnote. Is that allowed?"

Only if you're David Foster Wallace. Or a little person in a jester hat, in which case you can get away with goddamn near anything. And if you're a little person in a jester hat of minority extraction, questionable gender, and alternative sexuality, you're pretty much God. Culturally sensitive people all over Eugene just had a massive, simultaneous orgasm at the very mention of such a beast.


A feat of strength, as in...Festivus?

Also, I can't help but think...what if Red Robin didn't tell the little person to wear the jester hat at all? What if they did it all on their own, thinking it'd be a hoot, totally willing to be the butt of the joke because that was just their self-deprecating, no-holds-barred style of humor? It's not as if the Red Robin folks could tell them to stop wearing it.

Red Robin Middle Management: "So, uh, listen. You have to stop wearing the jester hat."

Little Person: "Why?"

Red Robin Middle Management: "Uh, because, when people see it they'll think...you know..."

Little Person: "No, I don't know. You want to tell me?"

Red Robin Middle Management: "..."



Having been to a Red Robin (a child's choice, not mine), I could picture this vividly. :) What a gift you must be for Jon, especially right now. Glad to hear that he's going to be okay.


I love this entry for so many reasons. I can't get into all of them here. I'm going to print this out though and put it in my little book of important things.

I love you, too.

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