Batman Sound Effects, Onomotopoia’s & JD Salinger

 

Best Experienced With:          Blind Melon;           No Rain

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested music for this evening’s treatise that has absolutely nothing to do with business, unless you believe that reading the classics broadens your mind.  Especially the classics written by misanthropes.  Which I do.  RIP, Mr. Salinger.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-6Lgc3Fvzw

 

Clatter

Splat

Ouch

Smack

Bang

Pop

Plunk

Twang

Clunk

Hoot

Jingle

Pow

Ring ring

Squeal

Bong

Snort

Buzz

Crackle

Whoosh

Ratchet

Clap

Bubble

Slash

Whack

Pitter-patter

Hoot

Eek!

When I hear “there can be only one”, sometimes I will think of The Highlander and blades and beheading.  More often than not I think of JD Salinger because there can only be one JD Salinger.    Who else wrote a few masterpieces and said “go away”?  Love the man for his work and his intestinal fortitude to say “go away”.  There will forever be an empty carpet square up here in The Attic for Mr. Salinger and no hard feelings when he never, ever shows up to join us. 

Most loved JD Salinger prose:

On girls:

“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy.”

On the great beyond:

 

“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddamn cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.” 

 

On sharing with a loved one:

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

 

On whistling and most couples we see in restaurants:

“I don’t know about bores. Maybe you shouldn’t feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don’t hurt anybody most of them, and maybe they’re all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me.”

 

On Esme, love, and squalor:

 

“He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.”

 

On visitors:

 

“Go away”

 

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

 

All I can say

Is that my life is pretty plain

I like watching

The puddles gather rain…….