Blog from the Hill

...the Elevated View


Last night, as I was listening to a podcast of The Box of Oddities (Armpits and Apples was the episode title), there was this bird, perched in a tree across the street (judging from the sound of it) that kept calling Beetlejuice. Being a bird, though, it couldn't get the S sound at the end of the word, so it called, "Beetle-Jew! Beetle-Jew! Beetle-Jew!" very slowly, as though it was trying to figure out how to put the final consonant there, or maybe why Beetlejuice wasn't showing up.

Ah, well, little one, May the Fourth be with you.