A Toast! (1)
pider Robinson’s The Callahan Chronicles is an awesome book — I heavily suggest buying it. It is a collection of short stories set at Callahan’s Place, a Long Island pub where all sorts of amazing things happen. One of the features of Callahan’s Place is the fire place. Several feet back from the fireplace, a line is chalked on the floor, and it’s a tradition to step up to the line, propose a toast, down your drink, and fling the glass into the fireplace. The toast is often used as an opening gambit into the story. Various characters toast to something that makes them angry or happy or sad or whatever, which leads into the tale.
So, heft your glass and toe the line. This is the Coffee House’s weekly toast.
- To snotty little princess waitresses who are too good for their jobs, and their departures.
- To Jasmin, for her first confirmed kill — a nasty little shrew she pounced and crunched outside on Monday night!
- To my brother, for his 28th birthday. Slainte!
- To the heroes of Virginia Tech, including Derek O’Dell, Zach Petkewicz, and Liviu Librescu, and to the victims.
- To Alberto Gonzales! If it turns out there is a hell, I sincerely hope that you rot in it for all eternity.
- To the hot water heater at work, my nemesis, my bane, the fucking thing only ever breaks down when I’m working.
- To Ken Ham of Answers in Genesis, who blames the Virginia Tech shootings on evolution.
- To Debbie Schlussel, who qualifies for a diagnosis of malignant and toxic stupid.
(Book cover from Amazon.com, photoshopped by me.)
April 21st, 2007 at 5:55 pm
And to the Bush Administration, for doing nothing right. It’s the only thing you’ve ever accomplished.
L’Chaim.
April 22nd, 2007 at 10:08 am
Indeed. Cheers!