My Epiphanies

My Epiphanies

Sonic ade near by
Abe Vigoda is alive
The word frabjous kills

These are the kinds of epiphanies that I have everyday. I just realized that there is a Sonic Burger less than a mile from where I work. What the hell? I could have been having cherry limeades everyday. But maybe this is good I just found out, because while I drink diet everything else, cherry limeades are sacred and must be had at full caloric value. At the end of a year I would have weighed 600 lbs and would have to be cut out of my apartment just so I could get weighed in at the local equestrian center. As for Abe Vigoda, I think I have this epiphany about every three months. I love Abe. I will write a long and lugubrious ode when Fish leaves this planet. And finally the word frabjous. It is simply frabjous. Coined by Lewis Carroll in his poem Jabberwocky, when I say it I feel all silly and much like I could be a poorly drawn cartoon squirrel with big shining eyes. But I also feel like it would have been one of Buffalo Bill's favorite words, killer from the Silence of the Lambs. "Do you like the word frabjous? I like the word frabjous." Heh heh. Eww.