June 26, 2003
Telly...
I'm sure it will come as no surprise to you that my mouth likes to remain engaged for quite some time after my brain has pulled the plug. Fortunately, the incoherent ramblings that I am prone to spew in the last moments before I fall asleep have, thus far, not come back to haunt me. (I do wonder why the wife has a crate full of audio cassettes in the closet, though.)
What is really special is when I say something so incredibly strange that I wake myself up at the sound...
One time early in our relationship, the Mrs and I were upstairs at her mother's house cleaning out a spare bedroom. Eventually, we laid down on the floor to rest (no furniture) and started blabbering on about this and that. I, of course, was being my most witty and charming (i.e., arrogant and annoying) self, when I started to drift off. Blah blah blah bladdy blah you know they're coming back in fashion blah blah blah...
Then, it happened. I said: "Yeah, you know... it's like Telly Savalas and all that undercover night cop stuff..."
I immediately sat bolt upright, shook my head like a cartoon character that had just been rolled over by a steamroller and needed to reinflate himself, and said, "Whaaaaaat the hell did I just say?" (Meanwhile, the witnessing party was laughing her fool head off.)
Ever since that day, when someone says something completely ridiculous and off-topic, it's a "Telly".
Which brings me to the reason for this little ramble.
We have been having meetings in the office lately. Lots of meetings. Lots of long meetings. Lots of long meetings with one 10 minute break in four hours. Lots of long meetings with one 10 minute break in four hours after I've stayed up until 2am blogging. So, needless to say, when I was asked to read a really boring passage from a requirements document for one of the applications we're creating, I was not exactly focused on the task at hand. In fact, I fell asleep.
But that's not the best part.
The best part is that I was reading the document out loud to the rest of the meeting participants! I looked at a column at the top of a table on page 236 and said something like, "You see that A right here next to column B indicates they're little buddies."
I woke myself up with it. There was stunned silence. And I kept reading.
Laugh! This happens to me all the time... not in meetings, mind you, but it happens at home.
You and HoBiscuit both, pal.
OK, *wipes tears*
i am still laughing out loud...
Ahhh, thank you. Solly, you gave me my first outright laugh of the day.
From one sleep talker to another, I can sympathize.. but I gotta say that is one of the best things I heard all month!
Still laughing...
ROFL! That's better than any of the random gibberish I wrote down taking notes while asleep in class!
*bwhahahahaha*
O.M.G.
bwaaahahahaha
yikes! sounds like you need a wing man in your meetings. someone to keep you on track! what a funny story! i usually resort to humming or sniffing when i am about to lost it. seems to get things sorted more quickly because i think that people are afraid i am going to explode.
*bwahahahahahahaha*
You've got me guffawing (shut up, it is too a word) in the newsroom now!
Ha! Scott does that practically every night. It's funny, but seriously annoying.
Two things!
"Tony, who loves you baby?"
(it's better if you could see that I have a tootsie pop)
and
A: "Skiiiipper!"
Column B: "Little Buddy!"
Oh man, I do this all the time! Our household will be better for actually having a name for it, now. ;)
Been there. Soooo been there!
Little buddies indeed.
Oh boy. . . that's great! My husband does the same thing, as he's falling asleep. Only problem is that I don't always know that he's already asleep and I'm continuing the conversation! *G* I can't wait to have him read this!
My wife tends to be the talkative one. It's inherited. Get togethers at my inlaw's house are aconvulted conversational nightmare. Imagine everyone talking to you at the same time. And different conversations too.
So now, I have become an expert at "selective listening."
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