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Post by Salzmank on Apr 20, 2017 17:09:14 GMT
Oh, Good Lord, Doghouse, for some reason this post makes me think of you as Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, (may help that I recently watched it again), wandering around and apologizing, quite nicely, to the furniture. (I can just imagine Jimmy doing it, too: "Well..well, well...I just..I'm just trying to say sorry! Hope I haven't hurt your surface, Mr. Table.") Actually, though, I tend to do the same thing. We re-watched it just a few weeks ago here in our house, too. And I must say, I can't complain about the comparison. There's much to admire in Elwood P. Dowd: he's a truly happy and satisfied man and, as he tells Dr. Chumley, "I always have a wonderful time wherever I am, whomever I'm with." And while it bears more than a mere suggestion of defensive psychological retreat, the philosophy he articulates is awfully attractive: "Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, 'In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant.' Well, for years, I was smart. I recommend pleasant."
Still, as pleasant as I may be to the furniture, I have to admit that what I often say to things like remote controls and PCs is unprintable. Jimmy always said that Dowd was his favorite character he'd played, if I'm remembering correctly. I agree that he's a wonderful character with whom I'd love to spend some time, returning to simpler things. Not particularly surprising about the remotes and computers, though. I should imagine that we've all had that--er--kind of reaction at one point or another. (On my end, don't get me started on printers.) |
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