Posted 2:09 PM by sport

OK - I'm being told to recognize someone out here reading the blog... wait, someone over here... YOU!

I'm being asked to mention someone with an "S" sound... maybe a "sss" or a "sh" in either the first or last name. Steven? Sonia? Schultzie? Stymie? Shmuel? Perhaps a Smith or a Steinberg or a Shaw?

OK... now has this person passed over? Right, OK, that's what I'm getting. Otherwise they'd just call you on your cell phone instead of being channelled through me, they are saying. They are sarcastic, eh? At least in this case, right. So we are on the right track here. Someone important to you has passed over. I'm being asked... this is strange... they need you to acknowledge something about a kind of in-joke or private reference... something to do with a purse or a shopping bag or a rain barrel or a grain silo or an international treaty... I'm getting "containment" ...does that mean anything? It will later. There's an accent. This person had certain verbal traits characteristic of the area in which he or she lived, or wished to live. Maybe this was a put-on or an affectation and you used to think "oh, come off it, you fucking poseur" ...all right, no, that was not the case... that was only a joke I'm being asked to apologize for.

Now this person is related to you, right? Not necessarily a blood relative, or an in-law even, but a "relation" somehow. Close friendship or similar height or same city of origin. Does that mean anything to you? Yes, I'm getting that. He or she is telling me there's some kind of a noise connecting you with him or her... is it a "he" by the way? I see... could be either... yes that's what I'm getting too. Yes. Anyway, there's a noise I'm supposed to mention: a "bang" or a "baaaaa" or a "burble" or a "bzzzzzz" or something. Are you understanding me? Sometimes they play around with phonics... the B sound may be actually referring to bananas or Bing Crosby or Barbados or OK... yes... breasts. That's what I'm being asked to focus on.

Is there some connection you feel to breasts? I'm getting a breast recognition. A mother's breast perhaps... a huge whopping pair of June Wilkinson-esque wonder-jugs? ...maybe a pert pair of "foreign movie" tits... pendulous goddess teats, rough-hewn into ancient stone... nipple-less Barbie Doll mounds o' peril... Nell Carter bubblin' brown boulders or Mary-Kate and Ashley training mamms? Maybe a metaphorical breast: the glass tit of the TV? A turkey breast sandwich? Have you ever walked 2 or 3 abreast? There's some connection you need to recall regarding breasts.

You've been worrying about something lately, they're telling me. A problem or a conundrum or bafflement or consternational whatchamawhoozit or enpuzzling confusement... a tough nut to crack or a horse of a different color or a real head-scratcher? It's something on the mind of you or someone close to both or either of you. I'm being told that you should relax and stop worrying about this thing. You tend to do that, they're saying... you worry or fixate or ponder about things, people, issues, places, species, integers, hues, theme songs or "where the fuck did I put my keys/glasses/television remote." Correct? Sometimes, right. I'm getting a gentle back pat of reassurance there.

Now someone else you know has passed over as well, right? They are together. In life they were either very close or very far but there is some extreme of physical distance or, metaphorically, intimacy. They were either close or far from each other or each (or one of the two) was this way to you, either on this plane or, somehow, on the other side, geographically and literally or in a sense of empathy or sympatico. Is that making sense to you? OK, it will eventually. You should concentrate on a ticket or pamphlet in this connection. Maybe a flyer or a circular. A saw... an old saw... a bit of homely wisdom or a homely widow... a homing pigeon... Walter Pigeon. A person with an animal name: Marlon Brando or Christopher Wren or maybe flying buttresses or Pat Buttram or a plate of buckwheat flapjacks. Does that sound yummy? Yes, I'm getting that too. Mmmm. With lotsa syrup. Blueberry. Waiter! No... wait...

I'm being asked to acknowledge the color blue here. You have a blue garment you used to wear? Some kind of trouser or jean or pant? Perhaps a top, shirt, blouse, pullover, cardigan, windbreaker or scarf or beanie? You wore this... I'm getting a strong affirmation... and laughter. Something amusing that you two shared while you were wearing this garment or item of apparel... or maybe it is simply that you wore some sort of clothing to see or attend something or other that amused you or at least intended to amuse you. Blue Man Group? Some comic who worked "blue?" Buddy Hackett or Redd Foxx? Maybe it's just that this comic or entertainer/entertainers BLEW?

Gallagher? Franklin Ajaye? Elton John? Pamela Anderson? Yes...
I'm getting something about "sucking..."
"suck..."
"sucker..."