As alluded to in the YLNT episode entitled “The Tux Age”, everything we know about the tragic lives of Baby Butlers comes from cuneiform-like scratches on furniture and the very, very, very small wax cylinder recordings of the period’s mocking novelty songs about the be-tuxed urchins.
Wonder of wonders, earlier this week, Sandwich was sorting through some old beard trimmings and blue sweaters when he came across his Aunt Sally’s old “wax spinner sound apparatus,” as they called it at the time. Apparently, she had briefly played sousaphone in an early incarnation of the YLNT Orchestra and had elected to steal the unsuccessful group’s extant audio archive in lieu of the opportunity to ever take a proper 16-bar sousaphone solo.
At any rate, at significant expense and trouble (neither of which we need more of just now), the three of us chipped in to have the recording remastered and converted to an “MP3,” and present it here (with apologies to Scott Joplin) for your ear-related edification.
The exaggerated walk, with one hand on the small of his back and his torso bent almost 90 degrees at the waist was a parody of a fad from the 1880s and 1890s. Then, fashionable young men of the upper classes would affect a walk with their right hand held fast to the base of their spines, and with a slight lean forward at the waist and a very slight twist toward the right with the left shoulder, allowing the left hand to swing free with the gait.
…Villechaize never got over losing his job, and for the remainder of his life practiced an often nightly ritual of drinking in a darkened room while screaming obscenities at an episode of Fantasy Island playing on his television.
A happy life means learning to enjoy the rituals. Y’know. The little things.
Hi, Twitter friends and sundry curious rubberneckers.
I’m still on a break from (writing and posting to) the Twitter, although I do enjoy continuing to follow all your wacky hijinks. You guys sure are nutty. Anyhoo.
People asked, so here’s the deal: I don’t expect to be back on Twitter any time soon. Got too many other things I’m working on right now, and, as much as I hate to admit it, I was spending way too much time on Twitter-related everything. Fun stuff, to be sure, but it was distracting me from the real work (such as it is). So, you know. Clean break.
Sorry if this is bad news, and high-five if you’re loving the radio silence. As you know, there are tons of cool and hilarious and non-douchey people to follow on Twitter, so I have every confidence that you’ll find many other things to enjoy in my absence.
But you knew that.
So, if you only “know me” from Twitter, “Hi.” Great to see you outside there. You look good. You lost weight? New hair? Nice.
Believe it or not, I do other stuff, too. So, in the event that you have any interest in following any of it, here’s a quick and dirty rundown.
Most Current Projects
Most Days - New video experiment that’s probably the closest thing to my currently-mothballed Twitter account. Mostly daily video. I turn on the camera and talk. No script. No editing. It is, as they say, what it is. Soon to be a proper, subscribe-able video podcast.
“I’m not sure what @hotdogsladies was drinking last night, but the bottle had three Xs on it and a Mr. Yuck sticker.”—John Moltz, who apparently thinks he’s better than me. That how it’s gonna be, big shot? You think you’re better than me?