Indeed, and won’t they be grateful for that?
And when your wall one day needs mending, will you solemnly read a poem aloud to it, to make it feel better?
Indeed, and won’t they be grateful for that?
And when your wall one day needs mending, will you solemnly read a poem aloud to it, to make it feel better?
Well, I mayn’t have built a fence (which, hey, that’s pretty fantastic!), but did I not work on building a 22" x 58" rug to put in front of the couch?
And wouldn’t I be done with it by now, but aren’t those scissors painful to use for more than a few minutes at a time?
Didn’t I spend my formative years watching that stupid Hercules cartoon, and isn’t the theme song STILL stuck in my brain?
Should I consider myself lucky to have escaped that in my youth? Even though I was ruined by Johnny Sokko and Ultraman?
Wasnt I think more of Fifty Pounds to Mend the Shed?
Couldn’t you earn at least that much as a hired mender of other walls?
Did my link really not get posted? (Ah, there it is)
Was I the only one who got to watch cartoons when my parents were gone?
So after careful consideration I can surmise that what I’m meant to gather as the implicit meaning hidden under the usual thicket of your clever indirection is . . . that you like hamburgers?
did you ever watch “mr 8?”
You must be. Didn’t I have the coolest mom for her saying things like “The Raven is on this afternoon, you should watch it as it is a great film”?
Doesn’t it feel odd that we can just watch so much of this stuff online now when it used to be the luck of the TV schedule when we were but wee younguns?
What is that?
would you understand if i described it as an animated show from, i think, japan that had me. tobor wh turned into the robot mr. 8?
Would this be it?
Didn’t I really like it? Isn’t it hard to dislike a movie where John Goodman shows up?
Right!? Isn’t he kind of an underrated actor?
Isn’t that fucking gorgeous? Isn’t that awesome work? Didn’t I clean my house today?
Hells yay, AMIRIGHT? Isn’t John Goodman the best?
But isn’t it STILL a communication across time and space, even if we take a work a contextualize it into our own time? Can’t a work be read as both primary and secondary sources?
Can’t we just turn off our damn brains for once and just enjoy the damn story?!