idle memories (while resting LIKE A POTATO)

[elisem]

 Apropos of recent attic archaeological finds (no, I mean from my actual attic*), there was a time when Mike and I were talking about funnymen and who-knows-what, and I conflated two names. This yielded "Victor Borges" instead of Victor Borge, and THAT yielded a good several minutes of improvisatory Fordeana covering labyrinthine comedy and surrealist punctuation.

Anyone else remembering points of departure to Mike-spiels is invited, nay, implored, to post them here.

Sincerely,
Elise,
who is still recuperating from COVID by RESTING LIKE A POTATO


* Yes, the attic of which Lois McMaster Bujold said, at first sight, "It really IS the attics of Vorkosigan House."