Does this have anything to do with 13 k of g in an f p d?
If not, I’m confused and I want my mommy.
Whatever he was drinking must have been alcohol-spiked Electric Kool-Aid.
I’ll have what he’s having…
I shall now frighten you:
This is exactly the character that the name used in the OP comes from. Adds a layer of creepiness to the scene, don’t cha think? It was either Barnabas or Vardiman (one of Faulkner’s many non-vampire characters but with a really col vampire name nonetheless) or Barlow which, although an admitedly wicked vampire, has nothing to do with lemurs.
But wouldn’t that be great? An army of vampire lemurs and zombie marmosets led by ordinary wombats all feasting on the flesh of vast herds of cattle in the northern ranchlands! And then the skeletal remains of the cattle rise up and form a political party platformed on veganism! And when they stampede on Washington (state, not DC–cattle aren’t all that bright when they’re not undead!) the Swedes return wearing space-age chromed bikinis and wielding 1920’s style death rays! And in the final standoff just outside of Forks, the bikini team realizes that scalar weapons are not in fact for real and face certain engorement. Much to the dismay of several lumberjacks who just happen to be sitting on the nearby corpse of a centuries-old cedar, munching frozen oranges.
Wait just a cotton-pickin’ minute here. Bud Lite? That might fly in southern Wyoming (especially during Frontier Days) but them folk up north have enough class to drink Pabst or Busch… Or Pabst and Busch.
Whoa.
That implies that Faulkner had vampire characters. More skeletons in the Mississippi closets that one would imagine. Cite?
I must admit, lemurs are scary looking little bastards.
As I Lay Dying I imagine an old mamma in rural Mississippi who gets herself sealed in a coffin (because she up and died). After several days in the back of a horse drawn cart under the blazing sun I do believe it was none other than Vardiman who heard gramma talking to them through the coffin. Say anyone nay to that? Who speaks from a coffin if not a vampire. Or a Haitian Zombie, but I don’t believe Falukner ever wrote anything about Haitian zombies. But it’d be great if he wrote a story about serpents and rainbows in Byhalia Mississippi!.
I think this is neither alcohol nor drugs, but Demonic Possession.
Isn’t it 14? Or is one of us on drugs?
Yeah. 13 k of g in an f p d I know the answer to.
I have an Uncle Barnabas, but he raises tapirs.
In Soviet Wyoming, tapirs raise you.
Actually, Inigo’s paragraph above is an anagram of the fourth paragraph of the '62 printing of Crime and Punishment, page 334. Until I recognized that though, yeah, it kinda had me freaked.
Jeez, is it Wednesday again already?