WHERE TO BEGIN.
So R buzzed my place this evening and asked if I wanted to go to Byron's and then play some Wheel, and I said YES PLZ.
On the way back, he said, "I have to show you something."
AND THEN HE SHOWED ME THIS.
Say what you like about the man, he has mad duckin' skills. We watched it like five times. In slow motion, in reverse...our mutually agreed-upon favourite part is when the translator reaches out for an interception of Shoe #2.
We were going to dive straight into Wheel, but Saturday Night Live had Hugh Laurie on last night, so we watched that; it was above the usual standard of SNL, though Laurie totally lost it during the Bronx Talk sketch. Fun to watch. Does he wear a hairpiece in House? Because they don't often show the back of Greg House's head, but they got some really shiny lights on Hugh Laurie's enormous bald spot.
Then, after Wheel...
"So I have a strange question," R said.
Nothing good ever comes of R saying that.
"What?" I asked.
"What's the name for...you know...fake pubic hair?"
Now it's sad that he asked this to start with, and more sad that I
knew the answer."Merkin," I said. "Why on earth do you ask?"
"I was going to make a joke, but I don't think it'll work."
"Well, I know about it from costume history, and also all the jokes made about how George W. Bush is proud to be a merkin."
"So many jokes. Merkin Beauty."
"Merkin Pie!"
"Merkin National Anthem!"
"The Great Merkin Pastime."
"The Merkin Dream!"
"AND THEY ARE ALL," I announced, "PUBLISHED IN THE MERKIN TREASURY!"
We make our own fun. (I totally smoked both him and Bland at Wheel.)