Tagged: surrealism

Does God ever get sick of fame and attention?

“n” as in…

What is a good “N” word that is easy to decipher as the “N” word, y’know when you’re spelling it out for someone on the phone?

I don’t know if anyone else has ever suffered from this, but I always get flummoxed when it comes to the “N” word.

Due to the social conditioning and heft embodied in the “N word,” I can’t help but think of the actual “N word” whenever I’m trying to come up with a word that is easy for the party on the other line to discern.

I had an incident today, where I was in the middle of spelling out a word, and I was like, “‘N’ as in… ” and I thought of Nigeria, and I loathed myself for being so predictable. Then I thought of “nail,” which sounded too close to “mail,” and thus accomplished nothing to distinguish an “N” word from an “M” word.

And then I thought of “Nordstrom,” which was like gah… ’cause in my OCD mind, I wanted to come up with a non-name of something. “Norway” and “Nagasaki” occurred to me as well. And then I thought of “nonstop,” but figured I could do better… ugh… then I came up with “naked,” which was also a loaded word… god I hate myself…

Finally the party on hold was like, “Nancy.”

Fudge me.

The phone call ended shortly thereafter, but I still felt hung up by this n-ignmatic conundrum, plunging me into a rabbit hole that ended with “Nintendo,” “Ninja Turtle,” and “nothing.” The phonetic alphabet also ascribes “November.”

I almost wish there really was a colossal intergalactic space monster that feasted on humans

No. No no I don’t. Of course not. But you get my meaning.

Franky Sword says, “Yo Kwon, where you at?”

Franky likes to ask you where you’re “at” all the time. Location matters to him. It’s his way of keeping tabs on you. And by you, I mean me.

“I don’t know,” I say, giving him the round-the-mill answer. “In some ways, I’m over here. In other ways, I’m over there. My body could be in one place, but my mind could be elsewhere.”

I say this because I’ve already used Los Angeles, San Diego, and Cleveland for an answer.

And he says, “Where you at?”

And I say, “You know Franky. I don’t know where I am, but I know where you are. In my mind.”

That should give me another couple days.