Walking near a homeless guy this afternoon, I heard him say, "My roommate was coming out years ago, before the decade started." He paused. As I passed, he said, "My roommate was coming out years ago, before the decade started." I had a momentary fantasy that he was a story-teller under an evil charm, locked into repeating the same line over and over and over until he was reduced to sitting on the edge of a doorway in a rumpled, unshaven heap.
Posted by jk at December 13, 2006 07:22 PM
I have yet to hear a truly interesting conversation here on the streetcar or subway. It's all "cottage... cottaging... traffic... up at the cottage... blah blah..." I mean, WTF is cottaging, anyway??? How can sitting around a house that happens to be a couple of hours north suddenly turn into a verb?
Maybe it's because I'm not living near a gay neighbourhood anymore. I'd detour through Church Street except it would take me 3x as long to get to work.
Posted by Gail at December 13, 2006 10:31 PM
Damn, Typekey is giving me error messages.
Posted by Gail at December 13, 2006 10:33 PM
I used to love drawing amoebas and other single-cell organisms having conversations I overheard at school. Anything a protist says just seems so trivial.
Posted by amyR at December 14, 2006 03:07 PM