Sometimes my conversations with K are random and utterly pointless -- just like many of my blog postings. Here's an example of a recent random, pointless conversation that's materialized into yet another random, pointless blog posting.
Me: "They had a segment about Sarah Bernhardt on NPR today. They were talking about how she died, and at first I thought they were talking about Sandra Bernhard. Can you imagine? I thought Sandra Bernhard had died."
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| If Sandra Bullock & Sandra Bernhard had a love child... |
K (over the sound of the dishwasher): "Sandra Bernhard is dead?"
Me: "No, Sarah Bernhardt."
K: "You mean the silent film actress?"
Me: "Yeah, I guess so. Sarah Bernhardt and Sandra Bernhard--easy to mix up."
K: "It's easy to mix up Sarah Bernhardt, Sandra Bernhard and Sandra Bullock."
Me: "Yep. You think one of them would've changed her name or something, to limit confusion."
K: "So...she didn't die then?"
Me: "Who, Sandra Bullock?"
K: "No, Sarah Bernhardt."
Me: "Wait, is that the comedian or the silent film actress? I'm all confused now."
K: "The comedian."
Me: "Oh. No. I guess not."
Having had similar and countless conversations with K this blog made me laugh and for some odd reason I pictured you on Henry Street in the living room/dining room and K hovering over the dishwasher in the kitchen/living room. Of course it was 9,000 degrees and very dark.
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