When I came downstairs this morning it smelled like day-old death in our kitchen. Jesus J. McChrist! I hollered, while involuntarily launching into a series of David Byrne “same as it ever was” body contortions. I think I even did that weirdness with my forearm, but it’s all a bit fuzzy.
The trash! It didn’t take long to pinpoint the source of the funk, and I moved to eliminate it from my life. When I grabbed the top edges of the garbage bag, it sent a puff of undiluted stink directly into my face. And I’m not exaggerating, I nearly puked.
Black Lips Houlihan and I took that nasty-ass sacka stank to the garage, and closed the door on it. Tomorrow I’ll turn it over to professional trash-handlers. I’m sure they’ll know what to do with it, whether or not it will require burial, burning, a launching into space, or the involvement of the National Guard. At that point it’ll be their problem. Screw it.
And when Toney called to check-in during her lunch break, I asked if someone had put a human head in the trash, and told her the whole painful story.
“Oh,” she said, “I might’ve put some chicken in there.”
Yeah. Chicken from the fridge, it turns out, leftover from a dinner we had last week, or whatever. Simply excellent.
And since we’re talkin’ grossness here, I moved in a certain way while brushing my teef last night, and felt something weird on my back. I reached around and felt what I diagnosed to be a gigantic zit. And when I say gigantic, I mean gigantic. It was roughly the size of a tangelo.
I thought about waking up Toney, and asking her to photograph it for me. But I had a feeling it might’ve led to an argument, so I decided against it. I just fingered my new friend for a few seconds, admired its bulkiness, and went to bed.
And this morning, while enjoying my first cup of Eight O’Clock, I remembered my Chernobyl twin, and checked on its progress. And it was gone! There’s no trace of it, whatsoever.
Was it dream?! I’m starting to think it was, and that freaks me out a little. The whole episode was incredibly real. But wouldn’t there be some sort of evidence left behind by a pimple the size of citrus? I would think so, but there’s nothing.
And why would a person have such a dream?! I don’t care for any of it, if you want to know the truth.
Over this past weekend the older Secret sprayed some of that Axe shit in his betroom, and woke me up from a deep sleep. I can’t stand that stuff, it’s harsh and overpowering and disgusting, but he and all his peeps douse themselves in it.
So, I was thinking… Wonder if I could invent an alarm clock that wakes people up with a scent? It would probably be a lot less-jolting than a game show buzzer, Golden Earring, or some exasperated asshole on ESPN radio. Right?
I imagine it would wake a person up, but gradually. It would do the trick, while also allowing us to eeeease into the day. Perfect! I’m a big fan of eeeeasing.
But would it work with a pleasant odor? Like cookies in the oven, or new electronics? Or would it have to be really bad, like that Axe crap? That, I believe, will be the key to the whole thing.
‘Cause I don’t think there’s much of a market for an alarm clock that pumps out the simulated scent of vomit, rotting chicken, or Atlanta parking garage stairwell, at 6:30 every morning.
Yes, there’s still much testing to be done…
In Sunday’s newspaper I saw ads for two more TV show DVD sets that automatically go on the must-have list. And it’s starting to make me nervous. That list is fast approaching the tipping point. Soon, it will be completely out of reach, I’m afraid.
This week I added LOST season four to the list, as well as the fourth season of Saturday Night Live. I’m already behind on SNL (I never bought season three), Deadwood (also missing season three), the last half-season of The Sopranos, and several seasons of Curb Your Enthusiasm.
It’s becoming demoralizing. I also lust after the complete series of The Wire, and the big honkin’ I Love Lucy box set.
So, you see, it’s getting out of hand. At some point I’m going to just say fukkit, probably with the addition of one more must-have.
Why can’t they just leave me alone? Why do they insist on torturing me this way, by releasing so much great shit? It’s cruel, I tell ya. Cruel!
And I’ll leave you now with a Question from the Stealing Clive Bull’s Topics desk. Who would you consider to be a true living genius? Is there anyone who genuinely falls into that category?
I don’t even have to hesitate on that one: Phil Hendrie. And I’m being completely sincere. His old radio shows are freakin’ brilliant, on all levels. The concept, the execution, the humor… The man is a genius, straight-up. A true original.
Who would you nominate as a living genius? Tell us about it in the comments.
And I’ll be back tomorrow.
Clintcurtis- Hartford during the week- Near Crandon on weekends
Wisconsin
Tadpolegal: Black snakes and many others, including garter snakes, have a defensive stank they relaease when threatened.
I’d nominate Jean Shepherd as a living genius, but he’s dead.
@clintcurtis – I’m with you on Sid Ceasar for comedy but for marketing, Bill Gates got billions of people to by a peice of shit software on the promise he would make it better and we are still buying it. And talk about an over compensated CEO!
Geniuses:
David Lynch–his movies hit and miss, but google “David Lynch cooks Quinoa” and tell me this guy is not operating at higher levels.
Stephen Fry
How ’bout an alarm clock that smells like Bill Gates?
Hey Misselle, I think you are wrong on that not smelling while asleep thing. Bill in WV has a great story about being awakened in the middle of the night by an odor. Courtesy of his dog!!
Geo Bush. He must be a genius. He got elected President then figured a way to get re-elected without really winning. He was the worst President in HISTORY. 20 years from now he will be in the history books as such. Mark my words. He will be blamed for the downfall of democracy as we know it.
“The Peaceful Progression Wake Up Clock.
More gentle than the jarring noise of traditional alarms, this clock uses a gradual increase in ambient light, stimulating aromas, and peaceful sounds from nature to awaken sleepers” Our friends at Hammacher Schlemmer beat you to it big guy!!
I have the peaceful progression alarm clock — and I think I have already said it works great for me.
But, now I am lusting after someone who will wake me with the smell of bacon, fried potatoes and coffee. Every morning. I think that means I have to hire an illegal, have them live in my shed, and give up all hope of holding political office. It would be so worth it.
Still not sure about Gaiman. Sorry, about the sheets comment. That was in reference to Jeff’s “disappearing” boil. AKA Carbuncle.
I gave up using alarm clocks ca. 1996. I was waking up mere seconds before it went off to avoid the sound. It would set my teeth on edge and I’d be in an instant bad mood. Why start the day that way? so I decided to cut that step out all together. does that make me a genius? being able to set and use a gentle internal alarm clock? maybe.
lol, when i saw the pict of the tangelo i wondered how the hell it was gonna be part of your story – great stuff! Kinda like the episode names of 2 1/2 men. When i see the name of an episode on the dvr I always keep keep alert to how they work it into the show.
Fuck off Greg T
David Bryne played last week in Wilmington, Delaware and he was apparently great and “the same as he ever was.”
Jack Welch
Warren Buffet
T. Boone Pickens
Oh, wait, maybe they’re just greedy a-holes.
Today’s quote: “Respect those who seek the truth; suspect those who say they’ve found it.” (Unknown)
If there’s no update today because Jeff is busy packing and mailing T-Shirts I will live with it.
@Jerry in WV – I.ve experienced a couple of the canine alarms and boy, I wasn’t pretty. My Hairy Bellyfontaine had to sleep outside the bedroom that night. It was hard to explain to my dog that her farts aren’t appreciated when she smells butts all day long.
Jorge, we can make our own update then. So what is the ball of lights doing hanging from the roof in the Surf Cam? Did somebody not know that you unball the lights before you put them up?
i found a series i think you should look into. it’s called Dexter. really good show! i think the first two seasons are out on dvd
Hey Shiny Rod! How about a caption contest for the Surf Cam? Here’s mine: “G– D—–t woman, didn’t I tell you there’s a game on? Freaking Christmas.”
At least thats better that the Wiskey Flavor condoms. Hmmm, I wonder if that was a single malt?
@lucysmama
Your son is MASTURBATING in the shower. Don’t feel bad for being naive, it a natural defense mechanism not to jump to this conclusion when the person in question is a blood relative (or resembles Roseanne Barr).
If you wish to lower your utility bills and free up several hours per week of bathroom time, might I suggest you purchase your son a jumbo-sized bottle of hand lotion, a box of tissue, and a lock for his bedroom door.
@Tyrosine – WTF? Best to tell him stop doing that or you will go blind and hair will start growing on your palms. After having to scrub the shower a few times he’ll control his “urges”. Oh, and switch to lava soap.
harumpa: Which Gaiman book are you reading? Yes, it “matters”…some are a bit harder to digest than others…
“That ain’t Tilex…”
Stephanie– I am reading “Stardust.”
Pratchett has always read as an alternate reality for me–with a moral. Gaiman is starting off a bit to fairy taley for me. I don’t give up easily, though. I’ll give another report tomorrow.
On another topic: Oh, I can’t talk about masturbation again– it’s only been ten days since that last time we devolved.
http://www.gardeners.com/Bleeding-Heart-Ornaments/36-808,default,pd.html What would you do if you saw these hanging on someone’s tree? I asked my husband and he thought I was threatening to get them. Is my mind just scrapping along in the gutter?
harumpa: Stardust is definitely “fairytale-ish”…try American Gods for an AWESOME read!
Ah…Discworld…
One William Bruce Rose is a musical genius.
Burnt toast would alert me out of a slumber without promoting a cardiac arrest.
Frankie Boyle is a very, very funny genius.
Misselle – Ted’s not that big into conservation…a few years back (okay, probably 10), Canada canceled the bear hunt for one season to make sure that the bears continued to be viable. He (jackass) called for a boycott of Canada because he couldn’t go and kill a bear. Moron.