Tuna, please rest assured that I would do nothing at all to harm your little cousin Bleonard, and indeed I would not even think unkind thoughts about him. Bleonard is a, um, member of the gang here at SI.
But would fantasies be acceptable? Bleonard really rocks!! You see, Tuna, I too am a fish of sorts, that confused kind born in February and March which swims both ways, never really deciding on an excellent path, doomed to move through the universe in a circular pattern fighting injustice and human rights abuses everywhere, temptations of the flesh, depression and general woe without a scintilla of common sense.
I know this is hard to explain, but when I wrote about doing the Watusi at the fish fry, I was just throwing words up in the air to see where they would land, and it sounded good at the time. I could have just as easily waxed poetic (or stupid) about doing the Twist at the pancake breakfast, but as you can see it is not as elegant to say that. Indeed, now that there are fierce Tunati in the neighborhood I briefly considered a tuna sandwich for lunch but instead demurred, and had macaroni and cheese in solidarity with fish everywhere!!
Fish Rule!!!
Christine |
