Or jumped on with the rest of the hobos, and is waiting for the brand to cook while staring at his phone. Reality blindness might not affect those in the outer edge of reality after all.
…haven’t seen too many hobos ridin’ the rails on Amtrak,
which is what this train looks like. Used to be they would hop a freight,
but maybe that’s changed now.
I tried to hide in a sleeper once, but got caught.
This is how phrases are added to living languages. I propose we adopt “Waiting for the brand to cook.” as meaning “Keeping to yourself while hoping to be accepted by a new peer group.”
I figured it was a legitimate phrase I had somehow missed in my travels. It would mean roughly “have nothing to eat, but still sitting around the fire as if waiting for something.” After all, you can stick a branding iron (“the brand”) in the fire all day, but you can never eat it.
I would love to see Renard panting “Penance, penance, penance…” as he’s pursued across the countryside by a pack of fox hounds. Finally cornered, he places #12 safely in a tree and turns to go down fighting – only to discover the dogs have prepared high tea and scones, explaining “Relax mate! His Nibs is almost an hour behind us. You wouldn’t BELIEVE how frustrating this reality blindness bit has been!”
I think both. Renard is complaining about no place to charge the phone, #12 is making âanimalâ noises (cause, you know, theyâre supposed to be living like animals now).
Didn’t it work out on the big steel giant? Was he short of cash after all?
Did you miss the whole penance thing?
Go back a few days, if you haven’t done so already.
…put himself (and #12) in a large pet carrier with a “Gary, Indiana” label?
Or jumped on with the rest of the hobos, and is waiting for the brand to cook while staring at his phone. Reality blindness might not affect those in the outer edge of reality after all.
With the rest of the hoboes? Mmm-hmm, fox-and-turtle stew!
…haven’t seen too many hobos ridin’ the rails on Amtrak,
which is what this train looks like. Used to be they would hop a freight,
but maybe that’s changed now.
I tried to hide in a sleeper once, but got caught.
Also, “waiting for the brand to cook” is a new one to me. What does it mean?
It means that you try to type in “beans” but don’t pay attention to what autocorrect is doing to your message on your tablet.
…well, it still sounds cool, but I don’t think I’ll be trying to work it into a conversation.
This is how phrases are added to living languages. I propose we adopt “Waiting for the brand to cook.” as meaning “Keeping to yourself while hoping to be accepted by a new peer group.”
I figured it was a legitimate phrase I had somehow missed in my travels. It would mean roughly “have nothing to eat, but still sitting around the fire as if waiting for something.” After all, you can stick a branding iron (“the brand”) in the fire all day, but you can never eat it.
…so as you wait for acceptance,
the new peer group is heating it up for you.
I guess you could call it the branding irony.
Man, it’s a slow Sunday!
We could fit “waited for the brand to cook” into a rousing round of “Waltzing Matilda”! đ
Gaah! Fiendishness! That song is now in my ear!
I wonder if Renard is still in his ‘I’m coming for you” dream.
I donât get that impression, no.
Alas Number Twelve, King of the Baggage Car savannah, there’s no free-range lettuce herds there.
I would love to see Renard panting “Penance, penance, penance…” as he’s pursued across the countryside by a pack of fox hounds. Finally cornered, he places #12 safely in a tree and turns to go down fighting – only to discover the dogs have prepared high tea and scones, explaining “Relax mate! His Nibs is almost an hour behind us. You wouldn’t BELIEVE how frustrating this reality blindness bit has been!”
+1
Is it Renard and / or #12 on the train, or is that a cut to someone else?
I think both. Renard is complaining about no place to charge the phone, #12 is making âanimalâ noises (cause, you know, theyâre supposed to be living like animals now).
That was my thought too, but it could be the other way around.
You can tell it’s #12 making the noises, because his speech is always in all-lowercase.
I suppose renaming #12 as “Seahawk” is out of the question?
Hope he left one of his credit cards with Skin Horse.