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Aug. 2nd, 2004 09:33 amQuestion: Say, Adam, what's a good indication that you're in a car with a couple of geeks?
Answer: Last night,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rafaela and I were cruising back home from a few hours of aimless wandering in Lake George, and she was doing her usual car-stereo perpetual-search radio-surfing thing. Radio in the Glens Falls area is usually fairly miserable, thanks to the sterilized corporate wonders of the many-headed ClearChannel SlimeBeast that has devoured nearly everything within a 100-mile radius, but that doesn't stop us from trying.
So anyway, we were pulling into our apartment parking lot, and her thumb was still on the "seek" button, hoping beyond hope, when it flipped over to the local classic rock station, which was playing, of all things, Monty Python's "Argument Clinic" sketch. Our immediate reaction consisted of the following, in this order: (a) instant recognition; (b) amazed stares; and (c) the quick and unanimous decision to stay in the car until the thing was over.
So there we were in a darkened car, too familiar with the material to be laughing ("This isn't an argument!" "Yes, it is.") but comforted nonetheless, with me resting my hand on the key to kill the ignition once Graham was done getting whacked with the frying pan. It didn't happen: Weird Al's "Dare to Be Stupid" kicked in before I could turn the thing.
Oh, hell, yeah.
It was at this point that I put forth a theory as to What Was Going On. It was a theory that I scarcely dared to hope to be true, here in the Land of Homogenous Media, but once it'd been spoken, we needed to stay the course to see if it could, somehow, somehow be so.
The song ended.
And the Good Doctor spoke.
We screamed. "Keep driving!" yelledrafaela. "Keep driving!" And so we did, cruising the streetes of Glens Falls and its environs, blasting The Dr. Demento Show and celebrating our overarching Geekhood, and our eternal good fortune. And it was good. Oh, so good.
Answer: Last night,
rafaela and I were cruising back home from a few hours of aimless wandering in Lake George, and she was doing her usual car-stereo perpetual-search radio-surfing thing. Radio in the Glens Falls area is usually fairly miserable, thanks to the sterilized corporate wonders of the many-headed ClearChannel SlimeBeast that has devoured nearly everything within a 100-mile radius, but that doesn't stop us from trying.So anyway, we were pulling into our apartment parking lot, and her thumb was still on the "seek" button, hoping beyond hope, when it flipped over to the local classic rock station, which was playing, of all things, Monty Python's "Argument Clinic" sketch. Our immediate reaction consisted of the following, in this order: (a) instant recognition; (b) amazed stares; and (c) the quick and unanimous decision to stay in the car until the thing was over.
So there we were in a darkened car, too familiar with the material to be laughing ("This isn't an argument!" "Yes, it is.") but comforted nonetheless, with me resting my hand on the key to kill the ignition once Graham was done getting whacked with the frying pan. It didn't happen: Weird Al's "Dare to Be Stupid" kicked in before I could turn the thing.
Oh, hell, yeah.
It was at this point that I put forth a theory as to What Was Going On. It was a theory that I scarcely dared to hope to be true, here in the Land of Homogenous Media, but once it'd been spoken, we needed to stay the course to see if it could, somehow, somehow be so.
The song ended.
And the Good Doctor spoke.
We screamed. "Keep driving!" yelled
rafaela. "Keep driving!" And so we did, cruising the streetes of Glens Falls and its environs, blasting The Dr. Demento Show and celebrating our overarching Geekhood, and our eternal good fortune. And it was good. Oh, so good.
