Attention!
I've been profiled by Norman Geras. You may have seen him recently - he's the fellow you always find loitering at the train station, peeling open melty chocolate bars and casually attaching the wrappers to passersby.
UPDATE: Oops. How embarrassing. Turns out the guy at the train station is Gorman Neras, unemployed piano tuner and no relation to Norman Geras. My mistake.
UPDATE UPDATE: Turns out Gorman Neras isn't unemployed. He tunes pianos regularly, and is paid handsomely. And his name isn't Gorman Neras; it is John Robinson.
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: Turns out my ergotism-related hallucations are back. Not only is John Robinson not Gorman Neras, he doesn't eat chocolate bars and he wants me to stop harrassing him with questions. I don't even know if I have a Normblog profile anymore.
UPDATE: Oops. How embarrassing. Turns out the guy at the train station is Gorman Neras, unemployed piano tuner and no relation to Norman Geras. My mistake.
UPDATE UPDATE: Turns out Gorman Neras isn't unemployed. He tunes pianos regularly, and is paid handsomely. And his name isn't Gorman Neras; it is John Robinson.
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: Turns out my ergotism-related hallucations are back. Not only is John Robinson not Gorman Neras, he doesn't eat chocolate bars and he wants me to stop harrassing him with questions. I don't even know if I have a Normblog profile anymore.
5 Comments:
I suddenly feel like eating a chocolate bar.
Strange . . .
Ben O.
How can a mere child of 32 years possess such gravitas?! Is what I'd like to know.
So now what? Where do I send all these chocolate bars? To the Bar Mitzvah?
THAT is not Esther Wilberforce Packard, who's older than the Himalayas
Esther, you lied about your age in the interview! Or Gorman did!
And I agree, sitting about listlessly eating candy is a LIFESTYLE that far too many don't appreciate. I'm sad for those people.
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