But after Darwin, we knew there was no end. Of the chatter.
In the middle there is always parking. And you can always find a seat. (Offer not valid in Chicago).
Sidekick (continuing): Or as Steve Winwood used to say, "when that old grey wind is blowing, and there is nothing left worth knowing."
Nameless: Sidekick, I had no idea that you could write the poetry. Let me reflect upon this further. No, indeed, upon further reflection, I still don't have the idea that you can write the poetry. But the quote from the Winwood does give me pause. What is indeed worth knowing?
Sidekick: That you should never concern yourself with what other people are thinking of you, because they're not.
Nameless: Hmmm. And this is something that bothers you?
Sidekick: It is merely a fact.
Nameless: Well, I can tell you several things that are not worth knowing. For example, how many teats are on a caterpillar. That is not worth knowing. But I think we should concern ourselves with things worth knowing, because after all, that is worth knowing.
Sidekick: I think what is worth knowing is whether this fine wine, the Gran Dante Malbec 2009 was created by a vintner whose name was Dante, or whether the name of the wine was inspired by Dante Alighieri? That is worth knowing. It does not make a difference, because this is great wine whatever the fucker wants to call himself, but it is still worth knowing.
Nameless: More to the point, I would like you to assume that there is a beautiful women with two cases of the Gran Dante in her basement cellar. Now she, my friend, would be worth knowing.
Sidekick: I would like to also know her in the biblical sense because it is written that the savior shall turn water into wine. I would worship such a women with such wine readily available.
Nameless: I also think it is also worth knowing the purpose of a mosquito in a vacuum.
Sidekick: Maybe, but is this vacuum something that would sweep up debris from a carpet, or something that exists in the absence of an atmosphere in space?
Nameless: Would there be any debris in the vacuum of space for a vacuum to sweep up?
Sidekick: Well, why would such a mosquito in a vacuum cross the road? Was he trying to get to the human blood on the other side which would not exist in a vacuum or was he sucked to the other side by the great cosmic vacuum? That is clearly worth knowing.
Nameless: I think such a mosquito achieved transcendence by realizing that the Gran Dante could be a substitute for the human blood, and rather that crossing any road or living in any vacuum, he instead found a home in the basement of the aforementioned women with large breasts and the unlimited supply of Gran Dante.
Sidekick: He was a very happy mosquito.
Namless: Perhaps Sidekick we have discovered the cure for the Zika virus so that the Olympics in Rio can continue. We bring the Gran Dante to Brazil, all such enlightened mosquitoes realize that the Gran Dante is superior to human blood, and all such mosquitoes cross the road from Brazil to Argentina to get the Gran Dante. Problem solved.
Sidekick: Well the Argentinians do deserve the fate a of a plague of mosquitoes by not honoring their foreign obligations. That is not worth knowing, though.
Nameless: Something else that is worth knowing is whether your louver will make love to you on a rainy night.
Sidekick: Well as Kenny Rabbit would say, I love the rainy night.
Nameless; It is not Kenny Rabbit.
Sidekick: It was Kenny Loggins. He and Eddie Vedder had a love child and they named it Eddie Rabbitt.
Nameless: Let me think of a computer algorithm then that best fits our predicament. Perhaps it is the equation, that while you see a chance, you should take it.
Sidekick: Because the puddles are on all you.
Nameless: Well, I can tell you several things that are not worth knowing. For example, how many teats are on a caterpillar. That is not worth knowing. But I think we should concern ourselves with things worth knowing, because after all, that is worth knowing.
Sidekick: I think what is worth knowing is whether this fine wine, the Gran Dante Malbec 2009 was created by a vintner whose name was Dante, or whether the name of the wine was inspired by Dante Alighieri? That is worth knowing. It does not make a difference, because this is great wine whatever the fucker wants to call himself, but it is still worth knowing.
Nameless: More to the point, I would like you to assume that there is a beautiful women with two cases of the Gran Dante in her basement cellar. Now she, my friend, would be worth knowing.
Sidekick: I would like to also know her in the biblical sense because it is written that the savior shall turn water into wine. I would worship such a women with such wine readily available.
Nameless: I also think it is also worth knowing the purpose of a mosquito in a vacuum.
Sidekick: Maybe, but is this vacuum something that would sweep up debris from a carpet, or something that exists in the absence of an atmosphere in space?
Nameless: Would there be any debris in the vacuum of space for a vacuum to sweep up?
Sidekick: Well, why would such a mosquito in a vacuum cross the road? Was he trying to get to the human blood on the other side which would not exist in a vacuum or was he sucked to the other side by the great cosmic vacuum? That is clearly worth knowing.
Nameless: I think such a mosquito achieved transcendence by realizing that the Gran Dante could be a substitute for the human blood, and rather that crossing any road or living in any vacuum, he instead found a home in the basement of the aforementioned women with large breasts and the unlimited supply of Gran Dante.
Sidekick: He was a very happy mosquito.
Namless: Perhaps Sidekick we have discovered the cure for the Zika virus so that the Olympics in Rio can continue. We bring the Gran Dante to Brazil, all such enlightened mosquitoes realize that the Gran Dante is superior to human blood, and all such mosquitoes cross the road from Brazil to Argentina to get the Gran Dante. Problem solved.
Sidekick: Well the Argentinians do deserve the fate a of a plague of mosquitoes by not honoring their foreign obligations. That is not worth knowing, though.
Nameless: Something else that is worth knowing is whether your louver will make love to you on a rainy night.
Sidekick: Well as Kenny Rabbit would say, I love the rainy night.
Nameless; It is not Kenny Rabbit.
Sidekick: It was Kenny Loggins. He and Eddie Vedder had a love child and they named it Eddie Rabbitt.
Nameless: Let me think of a computer algorithm then that best fits our predicament. Perhaps it is the equation, that while you see a chance, you should take it.
Sidekick: Because the puddles are on all you.
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