We called him blathers. He was a member of our improv team.

A good-looking, smart man who towed the line between trashy and

artfully disheveled with uneasy grace. He talked funny. He used made up words.

For instance, If he was in a loud environment he would say "This is

anoising." I am going to recall other terms he used. I once

heard him call a woman a spaghetti ho. Somebody once mentioned

Franz Lizt and he asked "Is that like Craigs List?" I overheard

him say "There should be a Jew Tube." At a potluck, he once

said of a casserole, "This is cornographic." He once commented

on this new generation saying it was a cause of evilution . I heard him

make a joke about Chrome's Disease. He described someone as a

homeless romantic. I overheard him say he had a time machine.

He meant his watch. He once said to a fellow improver "Don't

quit your gay job." You see what I'm saying? He was an odd

fellow. A genius of improv? Not sure. Somebody once broke

wind at a gathering and and he commented on being surrounded by

farticles. Other terms he used include pig newton; hobo sexual;

Santa flaws; funusual; Hostel environment. We had a visiting

improver amongst our group once who dressed impeccably and

obviously had an inflated ego. Blathers said that he carries a lot of braggage

and was clothes-minded and that in his closet he probably had hanger

management issues. Other times he used the terms "the elephant of

surprise", "explanation points" and "Accidic Jew." Once during an improv

session he said "Check your sperm folder." I can't tell how this all

sounds on paper, but it all was definitely amusing. Blathers was

with us for three months. He developed a case of monkeypox and

disappeared.