We called him blathers. He was a member of our improv team.
A good-looking, smart man who towed the line between trashy and
artfully disheveled with uneasy grace. He talked funny. He used made up words.
For instance, If he was in a loud environment he would say "This is
anoising." I am going to recall other terms he used. I once
heard him call a woman a spaghetti ho. Somebody once mentioned
Franz Lizt and he asked "Is that like Craigs List?" I overheard
him say "There should be a Jew Tube." At a potluck, he once
said of a casserole, "This is cornographic." He once commented
on this new generation saying it was a cause of evilution . I heard him
make a joke about Chrome's Disease. He described someone as a
homeless romantic. I overheard him say he had a time machine.
He meant his watch. He once said to a fellow improver "Don't
quit your gay job." You see what I'm saying? He was an odd
fellow. A genius of improv? Not sure. Somebody once broke
wind at a gathering and and he commented on being surrounded by
farticles. Other terms he used include pig newton; hobo sexual;
Santa flaws; funusual; Hostel environment. We had a visiting
improver amongst our group once who dressed impeccably and
obviously had an inflated ego. Blathers said that he carries a lot of braggage
and was clothes-minded and that in his closet he probably had hanger
management issues. Other times he used the terms "the elephant of
surprise", "explanation points" and "Accidic Jew." Once during an improv
session he said "Check your sperm folder." I can't tell how this all
sounds on paper, but it all was definitely amusing. Blathers was
with us for three months. He developed a case of monkeypox and
disappeared.
