Oranges and seasalt, they don't go together

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All of my P.G. Wodehouse is in boxes. This interferes with my desire to write a poem. I settled for reading about the Chinese giant salamander instead, until I was distracted by cheetahs.

Unwisely, I followed a link from The Love Guru. I now desire to learn necromancy in order that Danny Kaye may follow Mike Myers around, day and night, his ceaseless recitations of "Anatole of Paris" and "Tchaikovsky and Other Russians" invisible and inaudible to all other mortals, until Myers' brain reduces to its chemical components.

Whoever said that Eliza Carthy's Dreams of Breathing Underwater (2008) sounded like Angela Carter is right. "Oranges and Seasalt" is crying out to be played over the end credits of Nights at the Circus.

I need to sleep.

Comments

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

Actually, mandarin oranges are very good with a little ground sea salt and black pepper.

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Actually, mandarin oranges are very good with a little ground sea salt and black pepper.

Take it up with Eliza Carthy!

Re: P.G. Wodehouse

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Including Right Ho, Jeeves, which is the quintessence of newtery, and contains (if anything in pixels can) the Market Snodsbury prize-giving.

Nine

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I now desire to learn necromancy in order that Danny Kaye may follow Mike Myers around, day and night...

A worthy goal. Though the looks of it suggests that Myers' brain has already been put into some weird quantum state where only penis jokes escape.

[xterminal.livejournal.com]

until Myers' brain reduces to its chemical components.

You're too late. Michael Myers never had anything but chemical components...

[sovay]

Michael Myers never had anything but chemical components...

Damn my failure to conjure retroactive ghosts!

[sovay]

I know it is just not the same, but Project Gutenberg has quite a bit of PGW, perhaps enough to inspire a poem or two?

Grazie!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I suspect that previous commenters are correct about the unfortunate state of Mike Myers' brain rendering him infinitely resistant to the corrective actions of the spirit of Danny Kaye. That said, perhaps you could learn necromancy in order to sic Mr. Kaye on other deserving individuals?

The thought of a Myers-written remake of Walter Mitty is indeed terrifying. I never actually knew there was a film--I suppose I'll have to check it out sometime. Thurber's works were a central part of my childhood.

Sorry to hear about the interference from the boxed-state of your P.G. Wodehouse collection.

I need to sleep.

I hope you have slept, and slept well.

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Though the looks of it suggests that Myers' brain has already been put into some weird quantum state where only penis jokes escape.

I wanted to respond to this comment with Kij Johnson's "Schrödinger's Cathouse," but it no longer seems to be available on her website. Regardless, if you should ever stray across the story, it's quite good.

[sovay]

I never actually knew there was a film--I suppose I'll have to check it out sometime. Thurber's works were a central part of my childhood.

It's not terribly faithful to the original story—as if his daydreams aren't enough to contend with, the mild-mannered Mitty winds up accidentally involved in real international intrigue—but I remember it as fun, and it does contain classic Danny Kaye patter.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

It's not terribly faithful to the original story

I can imagine that. It would be hard to make the original into a film, I think, at least a feature-length one.

but I remember it as fun, and it does contain classic Danny Kaye patter.

That does sound as if it could be good.