Dialectic
Oct 31st, 2004, 05:55 AM
Or actually, proposed Halloween Costume.
Four years ago (approximately), after a particularly traumatic pseudo-break-up (I say pseudo 'cause they were never really together) with this AF he now affectionately calls "Dog-Horse" (who used him repeatedly as a HUGE emotional and academic crutch, and it's both their faults), my man ZG shaved his head. There was no rational reason for doing this, he just wanted to do a badass thing, and actually, he ended up looking like a bit of a goof.
So last week, he did it again. I just saw him tonight, and some of the fuzz has grown in, and quite frankly it looks much better than if he were completely bald.
As a result of this head-shaving, he had this brilliant idea which he shared with his fortunate co-workers, as well as much of the Core 44 tonight. For Halloween, he figured the perfect costume would be to dress up as Christopher Reeves. I'm going to paraphrase him, though I could never really do him justice without a transcript:
"I'd have a shaved head and ride around in a wheelchair! Y'know, get a few straws to stick out of my neck and mouth, and I'd be wearing a SUPERMAN costume! And we could get a tapedeck and attach it to the chair and play the John Williams Superman theme song wherever I go! 'I was the Man of Steel, now I'm the Man of Wheels!'"
Yes, we do realize it's completely tasteless (me, ZG, and Lopan all LOVE comics), and Lopan, who loves and respects all things Reeve and Superman, absolutely detests him for even thinking this. But goddammit it was funny at the time. If only you could see his impressions.
Oh and a typical dialogue between someone who doesn't understand the dementia which allows ZG to say stuff like this and ZG (often initiated by his Chinese-Christian friends):
C-Cf: Why do you SAY stuff like that?!
ZG: Because I WANT to go to hell.
C-Cf: WHY?!
ZG: Because in Hell they have a sense of HUMOR.
Four years ago (approximately), after a particularly traumatic pseudo-break-up (I say pseudo 'cause they were never really together) with this AF he now affectionately calls "Dog-Horse" (who used him repeatedly as a HUGE emotional and academic crutch, and it's both their faults), my man ZG shaved his head. There was no rational reason for doing this, he just wanted to do a badass thing, and actually, he ended up looking like a bit of a goof.
So last week, he did it again. I just saw him tonight, and some of the fuzz has grown in, and quite frankly it looks much better than if he were completely bald.
As a result of this head-shaving, he had this brilliant idea which he shared with his fortunate co-workers, as well as much of the Core 44 tonight. For Halloween, he figured the perfect costume would be to dress up as Christopher Reeves. I'm going to paraphrase him, though I could never really do him justice without a transcript:
"I'd have a shaved head and ride around in a wheelchair! Y'know, get a few straws to stick out of my neck and mouth, and I'd be wearing a SUPERMAN costume! And we could get a tapedeck and attach it to the chair and play the John Williams Superman theme song wherever I go! 'I was the Man of Steel, now I'm the Man of Wheels!'"
Yes, we do realize it's completely tasteless (me, ZG, and Lopan all LOVE comics), and Lopan, who loves and respects all things Reeve and Superman, absolutely detests him for even thinking this. But goddammit it was funny at the time. If only you could see his impressions.
Oh and a typical dialogue between someone who doesn't understand the dementia which allows ZG to say stuff like this and ZG (often initiated by his Chinese-Christian friends):
C-Cf: Why do you SAY stuff like that?!
ZG: Because I WANT to go to hell.
C-Cf: WHY?!
ZG: Because in Hell they have a sense of HUMOR.