Tuesday, October 30
I was taking a nap just now, and I had this dream where I was meeting the Secretary for Somethingorother of a small European country. I don't remember the name of the country (if it ever came up in the dream), but I do know the name of its two principalities: Frooinzetland and Nuinjipoland.
Because, you see, the Secretary brought his four Undersecretaries - the Political and Social Undersecretaries (for Somethingorother) for Frooinzetland and Nuinjipoland - to the meeting. And when he introduced them, and then every time after that when he referred to them, he got them mixed up. I'd ask him a question, and he'd direct it to one of the Undersecretaries, so that if a question involved the social impact of something on the elderly men of Frooinzetland, he'd refer it to the (young, female) Political Undersecretary of Nuinjipoland.
The Undersecretaries never batted an eye; they simply corrected the Secretary as he spoke and handled the questions with perfect aplomb, no matter the topic:
Secretary: Well, I think I can best refer that question to the SocialWhen refreshments were served, not only did the Secretary confuse tea and coffee (with and without milk), but directed policy questions to the waitress, who also handled them with perfect aplomb.
Secretary: Undersecretary for Frooinzetland
Secretary: Who is after all an elderly
PUN: Herself. We've recently completed a study of that very question, and the statistics show a clear improvement across a broad array of indicators...
Things started to deteriorate as the Undersecretaries (and everyone else present) were tricked into revealing that they were variously gay, transgendered, drug addicts, adulterers, and so on.
Secretary: Well, seeing that the PoliticalIt had all the makings of a classic Monty Python sketch.
Secretary: Undersecretary for Nuinjipoland
Secretary: Is a straight
SUF: Gay [strange looks from other Undersecretaries]
SUF: Man [very strange looks - SUF is wearing a dress]
But then I woke up before the punchline!
Posted by: Teresa at Wednesday, October 31 2007 10:20 AM (rVIv9)
Posted by: Wonderduck at Thursday, November 01 2007 02:25 PM (xC579)
I had a dream I was at a conference-type-thing with Glenn Reynolds. I was wearing these ridiculous fuzzy pajama things, which Glenn assured me were appropriate for bloggers. I was still very embarassed though because I was also wearing a nice button down shirt with them and while I felt I could have pulled off the pjs alone, with the shirt it was just ridiculous.
Then it was a class and they handed out the scantrons for a test. I was a half-hour late and unprepared and tried to fake my way through. Glenn was joking with the teacher, which seemed natural since he was a professor too.
I blame the melatonin.
Posted by: TallDave at Friday, November 09 2007 11:17 AM (r1Ip+)
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