Successful International Conspiracies
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mrissaWe were driving down Hennepin, my dad behind the wheel and me in the passenger's seat and Lars, Henrik, and Sophie in the back. I was pointing out what various buildings were when they asked me, or else when I felt like it. We passed Franklin, and you can see the Scottish Rite temple behind Sebastian Joe's from Hennepin. "What is that?" they asked.
"That's a Masonic temple," I said. Brief conference in Swedish in the backseat; nobody knew. They asked, "What is that religion?" I said, "It's not really a religion, it's...have you seen the Stonecutters episode of The Simpsons?" I began to sing: "Who controls the British crown, who keeps the metric system down...?"
And immediately Lars and Henrik chimed in, right on cue and with enthusiasm: "We do! We do!"
My dad was greatly amused.
I said, "So that's who they were making fun of in that episode. The Masons or Freemasons, but they called it the Stonecutters." "This is a national club?" asked Lars. "International," I said, but it got me thinking: there appears to be some successful international conspiracy here, but it sure isn't the Masons. We're onto you, Matt Groening.
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greykev brought me a Fodor's Scandinavia in 1952 with Finland and the Olympic Games, and the minute I opened it, I knew that any hopes I had of avoiding writing Laura's book were gone, gone, gone. (Laura, for those of you not keeping track of the cast of fictional people in this journal -- which really should be the vast majority of you, because you have better things to do with those brain cells -- used to be in Thermionic Night and Copper Mountain. I thought I was changing her name to Lucy, except that her behavior changed, and then it was suddenly clear to me that Laura, rather than not existing, was the other sister back home in England. And that she wanted a book. Quoth I, "Crap, crud, and corrosion." And now I know in somewhat more detail which book, as this lovely Fodor's is admonishing her that if she insists on traveling by air they will weigh her hatbox. I am going to have to exercise my not-writing-of-books skills to the utmost while I read this one. I'd put it off, but I'm going to want it for Copper Mountain revisions now that I have it. Bother. Ooh! But bother. But ooh! Etc.)
"That's a Masonic temple," I said. Brief conference in Swedish in the backseat; nobody knew. They asked, "What is that religion?" I said, "It's not really a religion, it's...have you seen the Stonecutters episode of The Simpsons?" I began to sing: "Who controls the British crown, who keeps the metric system down...?"
And immediately Lars and Henrik chimed in, right on cue and with enthusiasm: "We do! We do!"
My dad was greatly amused.
I said, "So that's who they were making fun of in that episode. The Masons or Freemasons, but they called it the Stonecutters." "This is a national club?" asked Lars. "International," I said, but it got me thinking: there appears to be some successful international conspiracy here, but it sure isn't the Masons. We're onto you, Matt Groening.
In other news,
greykev brought me a Fodor's Scandinavia in 1952 with Finland and the Olympic Games, and the minute I opened it, I knew that any hopes I had of avoiding writing Laura's book were gone, gone, gone. (Laura, for those of you not keeping track of the cast of fictional people in this journal -- which really should be the vast majority of you, because you have better things to do with those brain cells -- used to be in Thermionic Night and Copper Mountain. I thought I was changing her name to Lucy, except that her behavior changed, and then it was suddenly clear to me that Laura, rather than not existing, was the other sister back home in England. And that she wanted a book. Quoth I, "Crap, crud, and corrosion." And now I know in somewhat more detail which book, as this lovely Fodor's is admonishing her that if she insists on traveling by air they will weigh her hatbox. I am going to have to exercise my not-writing-of-books skills to the utmost while I read this one. I'd put it off, but I'm going to want it for Copper Mountain revisions now that I have it. Bother. Ooh! But bother. But ooh! Etc.)
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Date: 2007-07-05 09:04 pm (UTC)How else would they enforce the travel restrictions on Carmen Miranda impersonators and the Bene Gesserit?
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Date: 2007-07-05 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 10:46 pm (UTC)Who holds back the electric car? Who made Steve Guttenberg ... a star? We do ... we do ...
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:13 am (UTC)Just think -- it could have been the Kwik-E-Mart song instead! Or one of the Cherry Bobbins songs.
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-06 01:29 am (UTC)Wee Doo
Date: 2007-07-06 02:10 am (UTC)Re: Wee Doo
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:33 pm (UTC)Well, no. That's not right. You got to let it brew, but for me, willfully ignoring an idea just makes it wither. So how does that work for you?
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:57 pm (UTC)But I'm in the middle of writing a different book completely, and the book I'm in the middle of writing is a good book and deserving of my attention, and so I can't go haring off after every shiny book idea that darts past, or the one I've already put so much work into will be the one that withers and dies.