Gallows humor #3.
(posted on FB July 21,late, copied to blog 7/24. “Banana-Head”)
Hey, Banana-head!
For reasons that escape me entirely, a young lady who shall
remain nameless usually addresses people whom she likes as
“Something-Head.” Mama-Duck-Head,
Papa-Duck-Head, Banana-Head, Bunny-Head.
I like her very much, but she is strange.
Banana-head: I want to focus on that one briefly. Bananas grow in bunches, like grapes. But the weird thing is, grape bunches hang
down is a rational fashion, with the pointy end toward the ground. Banana bunches point up, like flowers. Flowers don’t weigh half a pound apiece, so
it’s okay for them to go up. Bananas
have heft. When they go up, they challenge
the eye’s reasonable expectations. They
seem to defy gravity. They are upside
down, like the famous baobab tree.
Well, banana-head, when you grew your skull, you started out
in a totally bizarre fashion, like the platypus. The platypus seems to be part beaver, part
kangaroo, part unicorn, part bumblebee – a very confusing creature indeed. And you: you don’t resemble a platypus, but
you were such a jumble! Part human, part
armadillo-head, part banana-head.
Hm. This isn’t very funny, is it? Well, suck it up.
What I mean is, your skull is made of plates, like
armor. The plates were like coral, with
a clear stem and branches, and with all of the stunning swirly beauty of
coral. Or like fractal crystal
growth. Your plates were beautiful like
coral, or like a two-dimensional fern.
Delicate, thin, but strong. They
could have been made by master craftsmen, maybe the Elves in Rivendell.
Beautiful, but still armor.
These plates are between the tough rubber-like pigskin-football that holds
your brains, and the whole skin covering.
They grow on the sides of the football; they are hooked onto – probably
more like rooted into – the tough membrane around your brain. They are designed to protect your brains from
getting damaged. (Too late.)
BUT, banana-head, your armor plates didn’t hang down in a
rational fashion. They hung UP. The hook that holds them to the wall of the brain-bag
is at the BOTTOM of each plate. Ferns
grow up, and coral grows up; but armor hangs down, and these plates are armor.
Armor hangs down, okay?
But you, banana-head, attached your armor at the bottom, and laid it out
neatly, pointing up, like a bunch of bananas.
Adults don’t have pretty ferns or swervy curvy coral in their
heads. Years ago, your armor plates met
and knitted together into a single solid piece, and – no offense meant – it’s
pretty ugly. Skulls are grim and sober –
“remember death” and all that stuff – and they are functional. So we don’t expect them to be beautiful like
a gazelle. But at first, they were
oh-so-charming. You can still see the
seams where the plates met and meshed, like continental plates colliding and
forming mountains; but pre-collision delicacy is ancient ancient history.
I learned that in dumpsters.
Never saw pictures of it, or read about it.
I guess it’s not funny.
I cried then. Now,
too, actually.
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