Friday, February 17, 2006

Meet Me at Arcadian Noodle

A little Friday silliness: some lunatic anagrammed all the stations on London's tube map.

Half of them sound like Edward Gorey place names. New Queasy! Stoutening Honks!

I've been to the half-price theater ticket booth in Queerer Elastics many a time.

1 comment:

shahua said...

This is the exchange I usually get.

RANDOM PERSON: So, you're a writer?

ME: Uh, yeah.

RANDOM PERSON: why are you not famous?

As if the sheer fact that I've stated I'm a screenwriter, somehow, has made my brain a bucket for all the best ideas in the universe.

I wish! My ideas show up after much treadmill running, and, to the irritation of my boss, during "synergy meetings."