2008-12-25 18:58:56.019142+00 by Dan Lyke 2 comments
From "A Christmas Story": "My father worked in profanity the way other artists would work in oils or clay"
Toot, blurb rattle fras camel flurt! You blotter battle feast jerk up brat! Omyvon sak von ratter bottom botter...
You polly wop wapner! Drop dumb fratenhaus sticklefeiffer!
You bladder puss snotgrafter! You wort mon dang noodle. You shotten shifter pastafer! You snort tunger, lay monger sniker shell cocker!
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#Comment Re: made: 2008-12-26 06:49:45.320433+00 by: Diane Reese [edit history]
For those who have never explored the late, great Jean Shepherd, you might want to do so. I credit him, and his late '60s/early '70s nightly monologue on WOR-AM in NYC, with saving my sanity and my emotional health. He had an uncanny way of weaving his tale every night such that it branched in utterly unexpected directions, yet always returned to closure in 45 minutes just as the closing theme music was starting to well. He was a big fan of Robert Service, and poked regular fun of NJ, where I lived. Lurking in the dark, I was mesmerized.
Every Jean Shepherd listener will tell you that, as he sat there in front of the radio, or had it tucked beneath his pillow, Shep was talking only to "me".
Flick lives.
#Comment Re: made: 2008-12-26 14:37:50.498348+00 by: petronius
My favorite line from the Chistmas Story was; "Some men are Baptists, some men are Catholics; my father was a Buick man."