Falling and Laughing

K., Erik, 1977– Falling and laughing Chicago: 2007. p. : ill. (some col.); imaginary dimensions. Coarse language sometimes used. Non-fiction, except for bits fabricated by author. SUMMARY: Music-, dog-, word-besotted Chicago man discovers he enjoys talking back to the internet. Fun times ensue. SEE ALSO: SUBJECTS OCCUPATION: Lapsed librarian, current designer, aspiring flâconteur (rare minotaur-like creature that is half flâneur, half raconteur).

SUBJECTS Falling and laughing 1. Thoughts--their shape. 2. Thoughts--ones had while walking dog. 3. Thoughts--ones that made me laugh. 4. Thoughts--the kind I’ve got. 5. Spleen--its venting. 6. Japery--assorted. 7. Words. 8. Music. 9. Books. 10. Obsessions--varied. 11. Animals--facts. 12. Animals--made-up things.  13. Dogs--beloved halfling Rottweiler. 14. Birds-- the bowerbird. 15. Birds--the great bustard. 16. Illinois--Chicago--residents--lives and customs. 17. Happiness--its pursuit.

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Last night’s fun with BE- words reminded me of this, one of my favorite Jay moments from The Wire. I miss you, Fat Man. You and your profane silver tongue. And since this blog has apparently become the place where I pitch my unhinged ideas, here is one for HBO: both The Wire and Deadwood are over and dearly missed. So how about a hybrid spinoff of the two? It would be a science fiction-cum-buddy cop/police procedural-cum-Old West genre mashup. Jay Landsman, pornography-loving homicide detective, would fall through a wormhole while standing on a Baltimore street corner and end up in 1870s Deadwood. There he would meet Al Swearengen. They would team up to solve murders (you can believe they would employ some non-by-the-book interrogative techniques, such as gutstabbing), go whoring, and generally have the greatest orotund/obscene dialogue in the history of television. And they would always be having comical run-ins with Colonel Phlebotamus O’Toole, uptight head of the territorial police based in Yankton. Each episode would feature a “Swearengen, get in my office!” scene. I don’t see how this concept can lose.

Last night’s fun with BE- words reminded me of this, one of my favorite Jay moments from The Wire. I miss you, Fat Man. You and your profane silver tongue.

And since this blog has apparently become the place where I pitch my unhinged ideas, here is one for HBO: both The Wire and Deadwood are over and dearly missed. So how about a hybrid spinoff of the two? It would be a science fiction-cum-buddy cop/police procedural-cum-Old West genre mashup. Jay Landsman, pornography-loving homicide detective, would fall through a wormhole while standing on a Baltimore street corner and end up in 1870s Deadwood. There he would meet Al Swearengen. They would team up to solve murders (you can believe they would employ some non-by-the-book interrogative techniques, such as gutstabbing), go whoring, and generally have the greatest orotund/obscene dialogue in the history of television. And they would always be having comical run-ins with Colonel Phlebotamus O’Toole, uptight head of the territorial police based in Yankton. Each episode would feature a “Swearengen, get in my office!” scene. I don’t see how this concept can lose.

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