Awake at three in the morning. It’s a contradiction of human existence, I guess.
I’m awake right now because I was having a weird dream. In the dream, Mel Brooks asks what if Buddha had been a nice Jewish boy from Queens?
Siddhartha the Buddha, or as his mother called him, Siddhartha the Bum.
She says to him, Sid, Sid, why don’t you get a job? Your brother Marty has a nice job on Wall Street and what are you doing? Sitting under a tree eating plums!
I woke up laughing.
I tried to go back to sleep but Mrs. Gautama kept talking.
Why don’t you get a job, she says, and he says, Ma, I’ve got a job. I’m a teacher.
She says, that’s not a real job, you know why I know it’s not a real job? If you had a real job, you could afford to go to the Hamptons for the summer instead of sitting under a pear tree eating plums. That’s no vacation from a real job!
He says, Ma, why would I sit under a pear tree eating plums? It was a fig tree and I was eating figs….
I don’t care if they were Avogadros! she interrupts. You could eat any number of Avogadros and I wouldn’t care.
Then she starts in on him about grandkids. When are you going to get married? If you were married, you would have to get a real job and get me some grandkids? Your brother Marty, he can’t because he’s got that thing, his Exeter is too narrow.
His urethra, Ma.
His ureter, he’s not going to have kids but you could get married…. Are you gay? You can tell me…. If you have some nice boy you’d rather marry you can bring him by…. What’s his name? Steve?
Ma, I’m not gay, Sid says.
Maybe you and Steve could adopt? Marty can’t adopt because his wife has that conviction from when she was a prison guard.
Imogene Coca was playing Ma, Sid Caesar (who else) as Sid, with Howie Morris as Marty and Terry Jones as Mrs. Finkelstein nextdoorsikeh.
At which point, I got up again and wrote this all down.