Wednesday, September 09, 2009

sea ranch

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

fear #1: spiders

her: today, i found a hobo spider in my garage.

me: a hobo spider? is that scary?

her: courtney, i would have rather found an actual hobo in my house.

me
: yikes.

her: it is the size of my hand, like a tarantula. it bites you and your skin just starts dying all around. sometimes waiting until months after it's bitten you.

me
: that is horrific.

her: i think i need counseling. i feel like they're everywhere.

me
: maybe you should name it. take some of the power out of it.

her: i considered that...

me: like "Harry, the hobo spider".

her: it also has these fang-looking things hanging from its mouth, that are actually the male's genitalia.

me
: wow, "Harry, the well-hung hobo spider."

her: Harry sounds like hairy, so that works.

me
: what about Hubert?

her: or Howard.

me
: actually, Hubert says "employed" to me, so that won't work.

her: Hector?

[pause]


me
: is that a racist joke?

her: not intentionally...

me
: because that would be more like "Hector, the day laborer".

her: wow

me: now i just see you loading up hobo spiders in the bed of your truck.

her: i meant like Hector, from Silence of the Lambs, but now I see how your mind works.

me
: yeah, well...that was Hannibal Lector, so now I see how your mind works...

her: ...or doesn't...