My good friend Erik Baldwin and I came up with some excellent stuff in high school. We had a strange effect on one another that basically caused us to both drop 30 or 40 IQ points while simultaneously becoming 300X more creative. And prone to giggles. Ok, when I say it out loud it sounds like hanging out together got us stoned. Interesting.
Anyway, in addition to helping to co-creating Pope Goes with me, we also had a game we used to play. It had no name, so I’ll just call it “word+word”. The game basically consists in the two of us trying to come up with the most unusual/confusing/nonsensical/disparate/unlikely pairs of words that we could think of. It started with the two of us trying to come up with the worst name somebody could possibly have (two of my favorites are Pope Jones and Velvet Astronaut), but quickly evolved into something much more abstract than that.
Fast forward to just recently. Erik just started doing contract work with me at my job. After leaving work after his first day there, I got a text from him, picking up the game as if we’d never stopped playing the game almost 10 years ago. I was almost caught off guard but quickly launched back into it as well.
- Erik Baldwin: Fart king. Trample bricks. Tard sweater.
- Me: Anus Buckle. Sandwich sock. Thursday Elevator. Wait, what are we doing? Am I doing it right?
- Erik Baldwin: Quite right. Cactus loin. Glass braces. Face brain.
- Me: Nostril estuary. Elephant pantsuit. Backwards remembrance. Late apple. Banana helmet.
- Erik Baldwin: Talc belt. Horrid puppy. Whiskey implant. Fence turtle.
- Me: Ooh! Whiskey Implant! That is top tier, man. Vortex sinew. Pork president. razor portal. urine kite. Extrusion bucket. Plentiful affirmative. violent exegesis
- Erik Baldwin: Extrusion bucket! Ew! Porcine hermaphrodite. Plucky ape-man. Irresponsible bite. Turkey patrol. Lean-to inspector.
- Me: lascivious bacon. extemporaneous aqueduct. laconic module.
- Erik Baldwin: Nice… Vacation ranger. Impassable forgery. Cramp glue. Tippy sandwich.
- Me: Pugnacious boson. Past-tense paint chips.
- Erik Baldwin: Hahahahahahaha boson. Ok. Good game. I caught an express bus, home in 20 minutes. Eff yeah.
- Me: Nice! Well-played.
- Me: One more: ostrich envelope.
- Erik Baldwin: Lololol.
- Me: Intestinal alphabet.
- Erik Baldwin: Cromulent spree
- Me: Oracular jelly.
- Erik Baldwin: YUCK.
Second day of work, I was checking to see when he was coming in, and the game continued:
- Me: when can i expect you in today? angry envelope. existential uterus. pant sleeves. explosion piercing.
- Me: omg, get this one: hate manifold.
- Erik Baldwin: Around 1. I’m on my way to Ballard to catch a bus now. Hate manifold! Aha!
- Me: woooooooooooord. alien grape. word energy. dogfood cape. positron grooming.
- Erik Baldwin: Alien grape. Hahhahahaha. These are all so good. Forensic mischief. Anthropological haberdashery.
- Me: those were both PURE GOLD. omg. cat braid.
- Erik Baldwin: Ahaaaaahahaha. Trapdoor voting booth.
- Me: pancake senator. masturbation hat. automatic baboon. dog rocket. erotic cabinet.
- Erik Baldwin: Best. Ever.
- Me: ok, one more to get it out of my system: peanut butter prince.
- Erik Baldwin: I like reading it as though peanut and butter are not related. But butter and prince are.
I must say it’s a delight to be working with Erik. These exchanges happen pretty regularly throughout the day. I know I used “hate” in one of the ones above, but I’m pretty proud of another one. I walked up to Erik at the office, looked him in the eye and said, “Hate blanket.” Yeah folks, that’s genius at work.