Our Chef-d’oeuvres – Unfilmed, Unwritten, Unmade
Sometimes, Herb and I think up random future projects. We give them a title (actually the title comes up in random weird conversations we have), a genre, and we let them go… to History! Last night, this is the one that sprang to my mind. Yes, while watching TNG.
If you hit a great big nothing, would it hurt?, a comedy show by vieux bandit
During the same wonderful episode, I also uttered the following pearl: “I don’t know if her name is Clara, but it should be Clara. She looks like a Clara. Poor Clara!” (turned out that indeed, her name was Clara). Just to prove that this isn’t an isolated event, I’ll give you a few more examples of our delirium.
A garbage can full of Kleenex brand paper tissue, a book by vieux bandit
Why don’t they have Glow in the dark lava lamps, a book by Herb Gardner
Come to bed, relax, and listen to the sounds of a peeing candle, a book by Herb Gardner
Why don’t they have Glow in the dark lava lamps, a book by Herb Gardner
Come to bed, relax, and listen to the sounds of a peeing candle, a book by Herb Gardner
December 20th, 2006 at 3:16 pm
[…] As I’ve already mentioned, Herb and I share many delusions of grandeur. One of our favourite fantasies – ooh lala – is the fourth floor. The fourth floor appeared when we lived in a bungalow (I’ve just now noticed that I stopped saying bingalow, which is, I must say, a much funnier word). We started putting anything and everything we desired on… the fourth floor. Oh, you should see the indoor pool, you should see the pool table (we like pools), the greenhouse, the music instruments, the giant aquarium, the cats platforms…! Naturally, when we moved, we brought the fourth floor with us. You should have seen the Kid’s face the first time we said we weren’t going to buy him xyz because he had it up there already… while he knew full well we didn’t have any stairs going up to a second floor, let alone a fourth… […]
December 30th, 2006 at 12:18 pm
[…] *List recycled from a previous version of this site. Yeah, you wanted more. Admit it. In the Closet, a book by a marijuana plant The candle is twitching tonight, a book by vieux bandit As appealing as that thought was a few years ago, now it is just wrong, a book by vieux bandit After the snow falls, it lands, a book by Herb Gardner Sometimes a book has nothing to do with its title, a book by Herb Gardner Run, run, run before the light goes away!, a book by Herb Gardner Stop hitting me with the umbrella, a book by Herb Gardner Fifteen seconds in the microwave, baby, a book by Herb Gardner That’s what all the pioneer chicks say, a book by Herb Gardner Stop doing that in bed, a porno movie by vieux bandit My butt is not your foot warmer, a book by Herb Gardner Adventures of a yogi in Switzerland, a book by vieux bandit How would I know? I’m a God, not a wing!, a book by Herb Gardner Blood on my pizza, a book by vieux bandit […]