Today Vermont, tomorrow…New Hampshire! And with New Hampshire comes the presidential primaries, and then…the White House! Then it’s only a couple of steps to world domination and T-shirt sales.
In some Vermonter barbecue,
So far from Skin Horse derring-do.
We’ll gourmandize on water buffalo,
And take it slow,
With dinner for two.
As we enjoy some crème brulee,
We get to talk the night away.
Our date is here to fly discrete at this café.
At dinner for two.
My own funny feelings,
Just to have a date with Unity.
But she wearing her new ears,
To pretend to be just H. T.
A brief affair will titillate.
World domination has to wait.
It’s later for H. T. and evil plans,
But first we’ll stand,
For dinner for two.
—from “Cocktails for Two,” Spike Jones and His City Slickers. (Written by Arthur Johnson and Sam Coslow, the latter of whom hated Spike Jones’s version.)
I’m a big fan of Laura and My Old Flame. Slightly down the list is You Always Hurt The One You Love and Der Fuehrer’s Face. In addition to a greatest hit or two, I also have their Christmas Album.
There was a woman on, IIRC, Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me whose father/grandfather was the ‘glugger’ with Spike Jones’ band! Awesome reveal and ensuing discussion/explanation.
My grandmother had a Reader’s Digest collection of Standards that had the non-“Spike”ed version of “Cocktails”. In the short history that they put on the facing page they described Jones as “incorrigible”. It always makes me smile when I remember that…
This just fuels my suspicion that she doesn’t actually need brains to power her mind up, and it’s just a mnemonic or conditioning that either suppresses her usual behavior, or brings out her more intellectual side.
Possibly literally given her split in half nature.
Talk of taking over Vermont is always a bit nostalgic for me.
I spent my high-school years in a New Hampshire town along the Connecticut River, across from White River Junction, Vermont. My Latin teacher, in explaining to us the concept of praeda (loot), said, “If we were to invade White River Junction, we would carry off their VCRs and CD players as our praeda.” (This was the mid-’90s, when people still had those things.)
This discussion quickly devolved into a plot whereby we would take over White River Junction, then the rest of Vermont, then the rest of the world. I was to be the ceremonial figurehead, looking pretty and drawing the assassination attempts, while my friends actually ran things. Ah, the heady days of youth….
I had a nice date like this in Vermont once. In Burlington. There’s this very fancy place called Hen of the Woods that serves delightful appetizer platters and mixes what, in my opinion, are the best aperitifs of the Northeastern United States.
We also got crepes on that trip. Very fun time that was.
Vermont, huh? HT’s evil plans have been reduced in scope.
As a Girl Genius page once said, “First Paris, Then Paris! (Don’t get greedy)”
Today Vermont, tomorrow…New Hampshire! And with New Hampshire comes the presidential primaries, and then…the White House! Then it’s only a couple of steps to world domination and T-shirt sales.
Perhaps he’s taking the Il Palazzo/ACROSS approach to conquest these days! ^_^
(But in that case which of his minions would be Excel? @_@)
I think he’d have to hire Unity.
The whole Tri-State area!
They haven’t consumed anything, so they don’t need the check
Of course, Sweetheart being Sweetheart is not going to let a little thing like that stop her
…or Sweetheart is asking the waitperson to check on H.T.
That awkward moment when Unity is the voice of reason.
Yeah, kind of disturbing, isn’t it? There’s weirdness, then there’s this.
In some Vermonter barbecue,
So far from Skin Horse derring-do.
We’ll gourmandize on water buffalo,
And take it slow,
With dinner for two.
As we enjoy some crème brulee,
We get to talk the night away.
Our date is here to fly discrete at this café.
At dinner for two.
My own funny feelings,
Just to have a date with Unity.
But she wearing her new ears,
To pretend to be just H. T.
A brief affair will titillate.
World domination has to wait.
It’s later for H. T. and evil plans,
But first we’ll stand,
For dinner for two.
—from “Cocktails for Two,” Spike Jones and His City Slickers. (Written by Arthur Johnson and Sam Coslow, the latter of whom hated Spike Jones’s version.)
Thank you! I do love me some Spike!
I think that’s the only one on my iPod. I’ve got a couple of CDs, though.
I’m a big fan of Laura and My Old Flame. Slightly down the list is You Always Hurt The One You Love and Der Fuehrer’s Face. In addition to a greatest hit or two, I also have their Christmas Album.
There was a woman on, IIRC, Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me whose father/grandfather was the ‘glugger’ with Spike Jones’ band! Awesome reveal and ensuing discussion/explanation.
Forgot about “Der Fuehrer’s Face”—got that, too, I think both from a Dr. Demento album.
My grandmother had a Reader’s Digest collection of Standards that had the non-“Spike”ed version of “Cocktails”. In the short history that they put on the facing page they described Jones as “incorrigible”. It always makes me smile when I remember that…
That second panel…
Specifically Sweethearts line you mean? :3
More her expression, but yeah.
I suspect Unity ate half a brain before dinner.
Bad nanite zombie! You’ve spoiled your appetite!
This just fuels my suspicion that she doesn’t actually need brains to power her mind up, and it’s just a mnemonic or conditioning that either suppresses her usual behavior, or brings out her more intellectual side.
Possibly literally given her split in half nature.
Talk of taking over Vermont is always a bit nostalgic for me.
I spent my high-school years in a New Hampshire town along the Connecticut River, across from White River Junction, Vermont. My Latin teacher, in explaining to us the concept of praeda (loot), said, “If we were to invade White River Junction, we would carry off their VCRs and CD players as our praeda.” (This was the mid-’90s, when people still had those things.)
This discussion quickly devolved into a plot whereby we would take over White River Junction, then the rest of Vermont, then the rest of the world. I was to be the ceremonial figurehead, looking pretty and drawing the assassination attempts, while my friends actually ran things. Ah, the heady days of youth….
I had a nice date like this in Vermont once. In Burlington. There’s this very fancy place called Hen of the Woods that serves delightful appetizer platters and mixes what, in my opinion, are the best aperitifs of the Northeastern United States.
We also got crepes on that trip. Very fun time that was.
Actually thinking about it, that date wasn’t anything like this one.
Not enough zombies or dogs.