226: 3 Things....

[smecker]

Name three things that you're looking forward to in the near future and why.

One: May 18th, and the Boston Youth Symphony Orchestra's 50th anniversary evening.

Why I'm looking forward to it: Yo-Yo Ma. What's not to look forward to regarding several hours of God's own fucking gift to contemporary cello?

Oh, and they'll be playing Dvořák. My

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[alan_shore]

I argued a case before the Supreme Court.

I wouldn't expect the resultant opinion in the near future, however.

[smecker]

Did you now?

Fulfill any childhood, or at least law school, ambitions in doing so? Or did you save the mooning for another time?

[alan_shore]

My childhood ambitions involved pitching at Fenway and being the smartest person on the planet, and it was more of a nose-thumbing.

[smecker]

Simultaneously, I hope?

Pity. Well, I hope your nose-thumbing was conducted with sufficient disrespect to warm the cold, hard cockles of my atrophied heart.

[alan_shore]

But of course.

You're lucky you were in Boston. Any nearer and your cockles might've caught on fire.

[smecker]

Fortunately, I keep baking soda handy for just such events.

Well, and for cookies.

[alan_shore]

Which would you say occurs more frequently--Paul Smecker baking cookies or his heart bursting into flames?

[smecker]

Cookies, at the rate of one baking session a year, win hands down.

[alan_shore]

And has this year's prescribed session taken place yet?

[smecker]

No. Takes place in July.

[alan_shore]

Any particular reason?

[smecker]

Because karma's a bitch, and enjoys making me sweat in a kitchen in mid-summer.

And because it's the fucking ex-wife's birthday, and the arrangement is cookies.

And no, you don't get any.

[alan_shore]

Please. The poor woman's been through enough already without me eating her cookies.

[smecker]

True. In fact, the first half of that thought interfered with my brief plans to introduce the two of you.

[alan_shore]

Really. You are aware that that line of reasoning suggests you intended to introduce the two of us for reasons other than your own sadistic amusement.

[smecker]

*disdainful sniff* I am occasionally motivated by other desires, you know.

In this case, it would have been the desire for survival: shifting her target for harassment from me to you.