The Object of My Affection

Is either in the glass in front of me (gin) or on my lap (Underfoot).



Ok, so I have been working at Clark for about 2 weeks now. I only feel vaguely more knowledgable than when I started. But lucky for me, no one seems to notice.



Actually, I am really liking my new gig. I feel, for the first time EVER, like I did something positive career wise. It still doesn't quite seem real. I work with people my own age! I make decisions! I have no time to research weird things on the internet!



Ok, well, today I had a little time between 4:30 and 5, and suddenly remembered the live action Popeye movie with Robin Williams and Shelly Duval circa 1980. So I went to IMBD and looked that up. Man, what a kick ass movie. I mean, when I was like, 4, it was my absolute favorite! I decided to put it on my Netflix queue, but am sort of scared that watching it at age much-older-than-4 that it just won't be the same.

The Tax Man: You just docked?
Popeye: I has.
The Tax Man: Ah ha, let's see here, that'll be 25¢ docking tax.
Popeye: What for?
The Tax Man: Where's your sea craft?
Popeye: It ain't no sea craft, it's me dinghy and it's under the wharf.
The Tax Man: Ah ha. ahh-ha. This your goods?
Popeye: They is.
The Tax Man: Yeah. You're new in town right?
Popeye: If you call this a town, yes.
The Tax Man: Well, first of all, there's 17¢ new-in-town tax, and there's 45¢ rowboat-under-the-wharf tax, and one dollar leaving-your-junk-lying-around-the-wharf tax, so all together, you owe the Commodore $1.87.
Popeye: Uh, who's this Commodore?
The Tax Man: Is that the nature of question? There's a nickel question tax.

Brilliant, no?