saturday, download festival, shoreline ampitheatre
conversations with dave and david (aka polly and pollyanna)
ON THE MERITS OF LITERATURE
me: so polly, enjoying your book?
polly: what? my name isn’t polly.
me: well i can’t remember the name of the magician’s nephew.
polly: so i have to be polly?
me: we all have our crosses to bear.
sea basss: mine is cayenne pepper.
THE RIGHT WAY TO GROOVE
me: why doesn’t your little friend dance, polly?
polly: he’s more of a head-nodder.
me: well in all of pollyanna’s stoic excitement he should be careful not to fall out of a tree and break his arm because you know what that leads to.
polly: pollyanna?
me: the diminutive of you.
polly: that doesn’t quite work.
me: shut it polly.
pollyanna: what does it lead to?
me (with relish): jam and home visits.
sea basss: i like marmalade.
me: someone get the baster!
sea basss: i said marmalade!
me: it’s time to marinade!
*download festival IM screen quote
Kelly and I used to call our dog Sea Bass when we were pretending she was a vicious dog, capable of attacking intruders or people we were temporarily mad at. Unfortunately, the most the dog would ever do was slowly put her teeth near things, looking up constantly as if to say, “I could bite… my teeth are right here…come on, you don’t want me to do this.”
We got the name from the scene in “Dumb and Dumber” when someone yells, “Kick his ass, Sea Bass!” to Cam Neely’s character. The dog has never, ever kicked the ass of anyone or anything. But she does enjoy jam.
i started calling molly (kristen’s parent’s dog) ‘cod’ 3 days into housesitting because it was short for mollycoddled. which is what she is. eydie left boiled chicken in the fridge for me to give to that dog. boiled chicken.
why do we call our dogs fish?
I saw a dogfish in Monterrey once.