Friday, April 25, 2025

Water, Water

Our proto-Brutus is happily and gaily dancing with some kind of pretty woman. As they are dancing around, proto-Brutus goes "I should pinch myself to make sure this isn't a dream!" He then wakes up in bed, in a nighshirt and cap with a candle and candle holder on the nightstand.
May 25, 1966
Was this a common dream people used to have? Frolicking with pretty angels? Greek or Roman Gods? Fairies? Whatever. Say 'good night' to Bob Cratchit.

Brutus and Veeblefester are standing at the watercooler. "Lately, I've noticed I've been talking to myself," Brutus begins. "Do you ever talk to yourself, chief?" "Only when I need some expert advice," Veeblefester responds.
Veeblefester drinks the water from the watercooler? I mean, don't get me wrong, Veeblefester doesn't drink tap water, but I can't picture him drinking water from a little paper cup at the watering hole like an anthropomorphized Timon and Pumbaa who now have 9-to-5 jobs, yet there it is. I'm seeing it.