A new Harry communication strategy.
Bob and I have have noticed in Harry’s emails a certain favor for non sequiturs, and so we’ve taken it upon ourselves to mount a defense in time-honored fire-with-fire fashion. Here’s a sample.
I’ll just pick up here with a discussion of USB flash drives.
ME: I just bought my first one two days ago. And my driver’s window came off the track. Weird.
HARRY: mines 4 gig and i paid too much. 39$. much cheeper on the web.
ME: paid too much for mine, too. $25 for 2 gig at office depot. They were also selling cans of air for $15. Do you think it’s better to go with an open E tuning on a lap steel guitar or some kind of Hawaiian sixth tuning? I have a giant can of tuna I bought at Sam’s club three years ago, but I need a hummingbird feeder stand.
HARRY: i think demencia has set in.
ME: Your inability to follow doesn’t necessarily mean dementia is setting in, but you should probably get checked. Do you want me to type slower? I can, you know. Have you ever tried gluing an antenna to a helmet? Had to go with a sheet metal screw and epoxy. And don’t let them fool you into thinking that just because you have an antenna on your helmet they’ll honor the discounts at Kroger. They blame the cilantro. They always blame the cilantro. Doesn’t matter though, because I can harvest plenty of bugs.
HARRY: finally had one of my tomatos. it was good. grown in a pot and i was worried it would have any taste. going out to set the sprinkler for the 1st time this summer. i’m ignoring your bobisms
ME: You and Dan Quayle. Are you saying your tomatoes were tasty or tasteless? Not that it impacts the humidity. Someone should bottle that stuff! I’m going to make a sleeping bag from Debbie Meyer’s green bags and see if I can live to 300. That will piss off these goddamn bugs.
HARRY: fired up my new sprinkler. outside playing in it in my underwear
ME: Send pictures. To Bob, not to me.
July 2nd, 2008 at 2:57 am
Pretty darn amusing. And what about my office at 615 Peachtree (or whatever the hell it was)? I was fortunate (and I mean that genuinely) to be able to claim a former closet that held my desk and the black cloud cut out of foamcore that Rick put up on the wall above my chair. (To be honest, it was my suggestion.) Oh. And there was an ashtray, thank you Clisby Clark.
July 2nd, 2008 at 3:15 am
Your office? Well, it would have been to the right and slightly inside. You earned that black cloud. I think you’re part Deiter.
July 3rd, 2008 at 12:56 pm
This is awesome. When are we scheduling that conference call?