Dedicated to lcohen

[rsc]

On my way home from a doctor's appointment, I distantly heard a fragment of conversation -- probably no more than a syllable and a half -- which contained something that sounded something like "fay", which triggered the synapse in my brain where the string "O foolish fay" is stored. Whereupon I was irresistibly forced -- forced, I tell you -- to spend the next several minutes of my walk singing, in its entirety, the Fairy Queen's song from the second act of Iolanthe. Well, I have never denied that my brain is a strange place.

I dedicate this post to lcohen because, now that neither my mother nor her sister are around, she is the only other person of my acquaintance to whom I can imagine this happening.

Comments

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

The closest to carrying on that branch's name is, um, me with my middle name. Whoops.

[wide-eyed disingenuous look]

YOUR middle name is Jolene?

no WONDER you turned out to be a Big Ol' Homo!

[/wide-eyed disingenuous look]

[hickbear.livejournal.com]

Not quite. Howard, dear, Howard. My great-grandfather Howard's "limb" ends with, of all people, moi.

The likeliest reason I'm a Big Ol' Homo is the fact that my full name is Michael Howard Reaser, where my great-grandfather Howard and my great-grandfather Reaser were, themselves, first cousins (once removed). Remember, I am almost every West Virginia Stereotype one could try to find - bald, fat, inbred, homo, etc. - all wrapped up in one quick, easy and tidy package.