The Hounds Of Faith
One thing about being very busy is the amount of time you spend in altered states. No, I'm not referring to any sort of drug trip but the all-natural sleep deprivation and "too much on my mind" experience. Today felt a little like one of those days. I'm not overly tired or anything but I just felt very much on the verge of becoming incredibly silly. It never got into giddy territory or slid into craziness, but it felt like I could go anywhere at any second. I never really did though. (sorry to let you down)
At work, while talking to my co-worker Garth about the band Blind Boys From Alabama, we got into a strange conversation. (This isn't exceptional as most conversations with Garth tend to veer into strangeness very easily) Somehow, we ended up coming up with what I thought was a great band name: The Hounds Of Faith. And whenever I said this great name, Garth would howl like a lonely coyote siting high on a desolate mesa late at night. I also had the first big hit by the band already named but tragically, I've lost it in the passing hours. Silliness appears to fade unless captured in the moment, and then it's still not as silly when looked at later.
Later on this evening there were a couple of people in the library who continued to confirm my belief that we are one really weird group of mammals.
The first guy was more of a cut-rate, run of the mill wacko. He was very pleasant, if a bit unkempt and ragged, and kind of scattered in the mind. He tended to come up to the desk talking quite loudly and then turn away as if he was done but then would keep talking as he headed toward the door. He did this a couple times and then came up to the desk and said,
"I got this really rare book. It's really valuable, you guys would probably like it."
He looked earnest. I replied, "Oh, yeah?"
I couldn't help but smile. "Uh-huh...?"
"Yeah, and it's signed by the author."
And then, this guy who didn't look like he had two nickles to rub together, smiles and says, "Yeah, that's not a very good one is it?" And he turned and headed toward the door.
At least he hasn't lost his sense of humour.
Little did he know that I actually appreciate bad jokes, as long as they're so bad that they're good, and not actually just plain lame.
A minute later, in an attempt to maybe salvage his burgeoning comedic career, he returned yet again and tried another one.
"So, what if God doesn't believe in religion?"
I waited for it. It came quickly.
"Who would he pray to?"
And with much humility, he disappeared for the last time of the evening.
Not long after, with my co-worker Tanya manning the desk, we had another interesting scene.
A normal looking woman came up to take some books out for her son. She didn't have his card with her so Tanya began to look it up on the computer. She asked the woman for the boy's birthday to try and find the correct child. Tanya asked, "And, his birthday?"
Without a pause the woman answered "2-2-2"
Tanya said "So February 22 then?"
The woman said "No. January 16th."
At this point Tanya asked the woman for some identification. (I think she doubted that this woman even had a child.)
I thought this exchange was very Monty Python-esque in it's absurdity.
The woman responded to the question so she definitely heard Tanya ask it. What did she think she asked? What the hell could "2-2-2" possibly refer to?
Very amusing for me.
Anyway, that's the kind of stuff in a day that doesn't make it completely turn silly but has just enough of it, or the hint of it, to make things worthwhile and interesting.
I figure, if I keep up with the workload, and don't get quite enough sleep, things could get mighty interesting when the rains come and all the kooks come out and howl at the moon.
Stay tuned....
AND......
Some more of my favorite band names:
Buckwheat Groats
The Base Lubricants
The Flying Buttresses
The Roys
OmniRim
**Please note that these are all mine and if you start a band and take any of these names then I'll be very unhappy and have to find another silly name. You know, in case I ever learn to play an instrument, or sing, or read music, or write music, or dance, or......**
At work, while talking to my co-worker Garth about the band Blind Boys From Alabama, we got into a strange conversation. (This isn't exceptional as most conversations with Garth tend to veer into strangeness very easily) Somehow, we ended up coming up with what I thought was a great band name: The Hounds Of Faith. And whenever I said this great name, Garth would howl like a lonely coyote siting high on a desolate mesa late at night. I also had the first big hit by the band already named but tragically, I've lost it in the passing hours. Silliness appears to fade unless captured in the moment, and then it's still not as silly when looked at later.
Later on this evening there were a couple of people in the library who continued to confirm my belief that we are one really weird group of mammals.
The first guy was more of a cut-rate, run of the mill wacko. He was very pleasant, if a bit unkempt and ragged, and kind of scattered in the mind. He tended to come up to the desk talking quite loudly and then turn away as if he was done but then would keep talking as he headed toward the door. He did this a couple times and then came up to the desk and said,
"I got this really rare book. It's really valuable, you guys would probably like it."
He looked earnest. I replied, "Oh, yeah?"
Considering that in one of my courses we've been discussing rare books and the origins of writing and printed text, I knew it wasn't likely he had anything legitimately rare.
"Yeah, it's really valuable...it's a first edition version...of the Bible."I couldn't help but smile. "Uh-huh...?"
"Yeah, and it's signed by the author."
And then, this guy who didn't look like he had two nickles to rub together, smiles and says, "Yeah, that's not a very good one is it?" And he turned and headed toward the door.
At least he hasn't lost his sense of humour.
Little did he know that I actually appreciate bad jokes, as long as they're so bad that they're good, and not actually just plain lame.
A minute later, in an attempt to maybe salvage his burgeoning comedic career, he returned yet again and tried another one.
"So, what if God doesn't believe in religion?"
I waited for it. It came quickly.
"Who would he pray to?"
And with much humility, he disappeared for the last time of the evening.
Not long after, with my co-worker Tanya manning the desk, we had another interesting scene.
A normal looking woman came up to take some books out for her son. She didn't have his card with her so Tanya began to look it up on the computer. She asked the woman for the boy's birthday to try and find the correct child. Tanya asked, "And, his birthday?"
Without a pause the woman answered "2-2-2"
Tanya said "So February 22 then?"
The woman said "No. January 16th."
At this point Tanya asked the woman for some identification. (I think she doubted that this woman even had a child.)
I thought this exchange was very Monty Python-esque in it's absurdity.
The woman responded to the question so she definitely heard Tanya ask it. What did she think she asked? What the hell could "2-2-2" possibly refer to?
Very amusing for me.
Anyway, that's the kind of stuff in a day that doesn't make it completely turn silly but has just enough of it, or the hint of it, to make things worthwhile and interesting.
I figure, if I keep up with the workload, and don't get quite enough sleep, things could get mighty interesting when the rains come and all the kooks come out and howl at the moon.
Stay tuned....
AND......
Some more of my favorite band names:
Buckwheat Groats
The Base Lubricants
The Flying Buttresses
The Roys
OmniRim
**Please note that these are all mine and if you start a band and take any of these names then I'll be very unhappy and have to find another silly name. You know, in case I ever learn to play an instrument, or sing, or read music, or write music, or dance, or......**
posted by Biggles at 12:07 AM
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My made up band name is "Dog's Vomit". They're a punk band. Or they would be, if they existed.
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