BANAL INTERVIEWS WITH CELEBRITY GHOSTS – MARCEL DUCHAMP
Loon: They’ve brought me some artist named Marcel Duchamp. I’m not the greatest on art and things, but I’ll give it a go. 3 questions. Number one – Mister … or I suppose Herr, you being some sort of foreigner … Duchamp, in the olden days did you guys worship the sun?
Marcel Duchamp’s ghost: It depends on whether you’re talking about Thursday or tarantulas.
Loon: I’m … not … sure. Let me rephrase the question. Did you eat a lot of candy bars while you worked?
Marcel Duchamp’s ghost: Ah, Thursday it is. You may proceed.
Loon: Oh. Well … I … Okay … Why do you like Thursday so much?
Marcel Duchamp’s ghost: Tarantulas now? Really, mon ami, you should make up your mind.
Loon: ?????????
(Duchamp’s ghost flutters and disappears into the wainscoting.)
A SENTENCE BY NEIL GAIMAN
Bod hesitated, and a flutter of night-black velvet resolved itself into a man-shape.
Writes well, does this bloke, eh what?
THE WALLACE BEERY KWIZ ANSWER
In the photo, Wally is just leaving a shambled party wearing his hat as he normally did. One bright contestant, Sarah, surmised the correct answer to be a and e. Congratulations, Sarah.
THE WALLACE BEERY KWIZ
Wallace Beery:
a. never did learn how to wear a hat.
b. never did earn that degree in horticulture.
c. never did forget the debt he owed to porpoises.
d. never did become a sheepherder in Montana.
e. never did leave a party until a shambles was achieved.
ANOTHER LESSON IN TITLING A PIECE OF ART
NEW YEAR’S DAY
NEW YEAR’S EVE
BANAL INTERVIEWS WITH CELEBRITY GHOSTS – MAE WEST
Loon: Today for our 3 questions we welcome the writer I consider to be the finest playwright in American history. I’m honored, Ms. West.
Mae West’s ghost: Mmmm, thanks, honey, but honor has nothin’ to do with it.
Loon: What do you mean?
Mae West’s ghost: I always mean what I say. Get me?
Loon: I’m not sure. At any rate, moving on, how do you go about writing a play?
Mae West’s ghost: It ain’t the writer in the play that’s important. It’s the play in the writer.
Loon: What do you mean?
Mae West’s ghost: Bein’ dead ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Say, you’re all right. Mmm, come on over when you croak.
(Mae dissipates. Loon blinks his eyes, mouth agape.)
A SENTENCE BY ISAAC ASIMOV
Every human being lived behind an impenetrable wall of choking mist within which no other but he existed.
Ummm, Oooooookay.








