John Hodgmanation.
(Please see "Hodge-podgination" for rhyming purposes.)
I have been reading More Information Than You Require , and I have come to a strange and oddly pleasant conclusion: If he is not lying (which is the actual area of his expertise), it is possible that John Hodgman is as obsessed with Emo Philips as I am.
Although I never purchased a zeppelin from him, I did meet Emo Philips once. It was a childhood dream come true, though I probably shouldn't admit that in public. I wrote about it a good while ago on another blog, but the gist of the story was that Emo thought he had met me before (though he hadn't), and to cover his embarrassment he said that I was "everything [he found] attractive in a woman."
Come to think of it, I have been involved in the embarrassment of Emo on more than one occasion. The first time I saw him perform (which was a couple of years before I met him), I had just come back from London and was wearing a rather-too-tight "Mind the Gap" t-shirt that made my modest bust look rather less-than-modest. (I wouldn't mention that except for the abrupt segue to London that Emo made in the middle of his act.) Anyway, I was sitting front row center with Evn, and Emo began to engage us in banter -- which started out all well and good (I was referred to as a "hot mama"), but ended in Evn outing himself in the middle of a comedy club to explain why he was not my boyfriend.
(Note to self: Do not engage the front row in witty banter if I am ever a stand-up comedian.)
Anyway, during my recent preparations for Depression 2.0, I came across this lovely website which illustrates over 700 hobo names. It was (of course) inspired by John Hodgman's almanac list. (I can only hope that a similar project illustrating Molemen and their occupations will soon follow.)
I don't think we'll all be hobos, though, despite current economic calamity. I mean, we don't really have trains anymore, and that's an important part of the hobo mythos. Perhaps Obama can make revitalizing our rail system part of his first 100 days?
The Future Hobos of America would surely appreciate it.
I have been reading More Information Than You Require , and I have come to a strange and oddly pleasant conclusion: If he is not lying (which is the actual area of his expertise), it is possible that John Hodgman is as obsessed with Emo Philips as I am.
Although I never purchased a zeppelin from him, I did meet Emo Philips once. It was a childhood dream come true, though I probably shouldn't admit that in public. I wrote about it a good while ago on another blog, but the gist of the story was that Emo thought he had met me before (though he hadn't), and to cover his embarrassment he said that I was "everything [he found] attractive in a woman."
Come to think of it, I have been involved in the embarrassment of Emo on more than one occasion. The first time I saw him perform (which was a couple of years before I met him), I had just come back from London and was wearing a rather-too-tight "Mind the Gap" t-shirt that made my modest bust look rather less-than-modest. (I wouldn't mention that except for the abrupt segue to London that Emo made in the middle of his act.) Anyway, I was sitting front row center with Evn, and Emo began to engage us in banter -- which started out all well and good (I was referred to as a "hot mama"), but ended in Evn outing himself in the middle of a comedy club to explain why he was not my boyfriend.
(Note to self: Do not engage the front row in witty banter if I am ever a stand-up comedian.)
Anyway, during my recent preparations for Depression 2.0, I came across this lovely website which illustrates over 700 hobo names. It was (of course) inspired by John Hodgman's almanac list. (I can only hope that a similar project illustrating Molemen and their occupations will soon follow.)
I don't think we'll all be hobos, though, despite current economic calamity. I mean, we don't really have trains anymore, and that's an important part of the hobo mythos. Perhaps Obama can make revitalizing our rail system part of his first 100 days?
The Future Hobos of America would surely appreciate it.
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