His Happy Trick
I'm so happy, I am the happiest man in the world. I'm happy about war, I'm happy that the US Treasury is going to collect every penny I have saved over the last year, I'm happy to be stuck, I'm happy to be going nowhere, I'm happy.
I'm happy my job sucks, my car is dying, my cat is dead. I'm happy I couldn't find his body, I'm happy there is no closure.
I was so happy to come home today and see that my neighbor had hired heavy machinery to tear down that building on his property that was the only architecturally interesting structure on this block.
I'm happy to be happy.
I'm happy the high hopes I entertained last night about meeting new people were dashed to bits. I'm happy I didn't dig 'em, didn't get it, don't dance.
I'm happy that every idea I have is faulty.
I'm happy to be here, I'll be happy to leave.
No kidding, I'm happier n' all get out.
Are you wearing your new hat?
Sad to hear yer cat's gone.
Yeah, thanks Frank, its not one of the cats I mention here or Shorty pictured on the top left. And it happened two months ago, I just didn't feel like addressing it then. It was a 14 pound black cat I left on Dumaine with M. His name was Nipper, which is a perhaps too cute nomiker but reflects a time period fifteen years ago in Springfield, Oregon, when cuteness was in. He fit in my palm those first few weeks. Then, after rigorous training, he learned to lay sprawled flat on my head. I tell you, those were the days. Then Seattle, where we coaxed Neon out of the boarded up crack house next door and into our lives. She and Nipper never fully loved each other. Neither in Seattle nor briefly in Texas, or North Carolina, or on Dumaine in New Orleans. Neon fell victim to wild dogs under the Dumaine house several years ago. They ripped a large gaping hole in her throat. She lived for a couple of days after that. I suspect something similar happened to Nipper. I'll tell you the truth--I didn't look all that hard for his body. There are things having seen I'd rather not see again.
Like Salinger's Seymour says: there's nothing like a dead cat.
i was hoping it wasn't shorty, but was sort of afraid to ask. not sure why i'm so fond of her, i only saw her from across the empty lot next door to your place a few of times. sorry about nipper. any plans to come north any time soon?
Its true though, there ISN'T anything exactly like a dead cat.
Shorty's ok, I just now put out some sardine juice for her. I was very much hoping for a situation to develop that would have allowed me a North trip, and then some, but what I was hoping for and what has actually developed are two different things. Maybe you and Skinny can talk Bill into that Red Hook neighborhood, in which case I'll just wait and we can all explore a new region together. Don't go to Canada yet.
Nipper was a very cool cat.
Next time you proclaim happiness, we're going to need some video to analyze.
The plane leaves at 6:00 am, also known as oh my god that's early. See ya tomorrow, a bit bleary eyed.
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I'm so happy, I am the happiest man in the world. I'm happy about war, I'm happy that the US Treasury is going to collect every penny I have saved over the last year, I'm happy to be stuck, I'm happy to be going nowhere, I'm happy.
I'm happy my job sucks, my car is dying, my cat is dead. I'm happy I couldn't find his body, I'm happy there is no closure.
I was so happy to come home today and see that my neighbor had hired heavy machinery to tear down that building on his property that was the only architecturally interesting structure on this block.
I'm happy to be happy.
I'm happy the high hopes I entertained last night about meeting new people were dashed to bits. I'm happy I didn't dig 'em, didn't get it, don't dance.
I'm happy that every idea I have is faulty.
I'm happy to be here, I'll be happy to leave.
No kidding, I'm happier n' all get out.
- jimlouis 4-15-2003 12:56 am
Are you wearing your new hat?
- mark 4-15-2003 2:11 am [add a comment]
Sad to hear yer cat's gone.
- frank 4-17-2003 7:16 pm [add a comment]
Yeah, thanks Frank, its not one of the cats I mention here or Shorty pictured on the top left. And it happened two months ago, I just didn't feel like addressing it then. It was a 14 pound black cat I left on Dumaine with M. His name was Nipper, which is a perhaps too cute nomiker but reflects a time period fifteen years ago in Springfield, Oregon, when cuteness was in. He fit in my palm those first few weeks. Then, after rigorous training, he learned to lay sprawled flat on my head. I tell you, those were the days. Then Seattle, where we coaxed Neon out of the boarded up crack house next door and into our lives. She and Nipper never fully loved each other. Neither in Seattle nor briefly in Texas, or North Carolina, or on Dumaine in New Orleans. Neon fell victim to wild dogs under the Dumaine house several years ago. They ripped a large gaping hole in her throat. She lived for a couple of days after that. I suspect something similar happened to Nipper. I'll tell you the truth--I didn't look all that hard for his body. There are things having seen I'd rather not see again.
- jimlouis 4-18-2003 12:51 am [add a comment]
Like Salinger's Seymour says: there's nothing like a dead cat.
- frank 4-18-2003 2:14 am [add a comment]
i was hoping it wasn't shorty, but was sort of afraid to ask. not sure why i'm so fond of her, i only saw her from across the empty lot next door to your place a few of times. sorry about nipper. any plans to come north any time soon?
- linda 4-18-2003 2:54 am [add a comment]
Its true though, there ISN'T anything exactly like a dead cat.
Shorty's ok, I just now put out some sardine juice for her. I was very much hoping for a situation to develop that would have allowed me a North trip, and then some, but what I was hoping for and what has actually developed are two different things. Maybe you and Skinny can talk Bill into that Red Hook neighborhood, in which case I'll just wait and we can all explore a new region together. Don't go to Canada yet.
- jimlouis 4-18-2003 6:48 am [add a comment]
Nipper was a very cool cat.
- mark 4-19-2003 8:37 pm [add a comment]
Next time you proclaim happiness, we're going to need some video to analyze.
The plane leaves at 6:00 am, also known as oh my god that's early. See ya tomorrow, a bit bleary eyed.
- mark 4-23-2003 9:28 am [add a comment]