A hand-crafted, shade-grown, beard-forward recap of the last week’s goings-on in the TBTL universe. It will run every Friday morning, because I know none of you reads on the weekend.
(Last) FRIDAY: Luke and Andrew take the Myers-Briggs personality test, as administered by Carey Burbank. The results may … surprise you*. Plus, Phyllis Fletcher backs up Andrew’s disdain for Mad Men.
*No, they will not. I am lying.
MONDAY: Andrew talks about his night shirts and Luke replays an interview with the owner of his favorite bar.
TUESDAY: The Pope quit watching television in 1990, which means that Luke makes Andrew try to guess TV theme songs from that era. Because that’s what you do in this situation. Also, a listener makes a helpful “How Many ‘American Pies?'” chart, and the Song of Ice and Spoilers contains the phrase “cock merchant” a good 8-10 times. In addition, Luke says this:
WEDNESDAY: The gentlemen discuss the very strange interview Art Garfunkel gave to definite British person Nigel Farndale, and if you come to any other conclusion besides Art Garfunkel being a probable serial killer, I’d like to hear it. Plus: an elegy for a Mexican restaurant that looms large in TBTL lore.
THURSDAY: Luke and Carey pick up Andrew from the airport and revisit Luke’s old Seattle neighborhood. Andrew discusses the surprise awaiting him in seat 26C, while Luke waxes nostalgic about creosote like he’s auditioning for a bluegrass trio or some shit.
I was given a preview of the Luke and Andrew dolls (from the TBTL-a-thon) yesterday. They did NOT disappoint.
TEN OF THE WEEK
What’s your name and where do you live?
Kate Willsky. Brooklyn.
What’s the most interesting thing about you?
I’ve choked and had to get the Heimlich maneuver TWICE in my adult life. Seriously. The first time it was because I knew I could eat a whole blueberry muffin in one bite but no one believed me. I did get it all in my mouth before it blocked my windpipe and I ended up kneeling among regurgitated muffin in front of the high school football team. The second time I was drunk.
What are you usually doing when you listen to TBTL?
Either stretching after a workout at my Park Slope gym or crammed onto the Q train en route to/from work.
What’s your secret shame food?
Rolled-up baloney with cream cheese inside. Except I’m a “vegetarian” now so I guess it’s probably massive quantities of curly fries with an ungodly amount of ketchup.
If you could make everyone in the world watch one movie, what would it be and why?
Cold Comfort Farm, because it’s hilarious and weird and not enough people have seen it.
Who was your very first celebrity crush?
Look, it’s Captain Planet.
What’s a special skill you have that you’re most proud of?
I can fit my whole fist in my mouth (see q. 1), but also I can do a split AND balance things on my head for a long time.
What’s the worst nickname you’ve ever had?
Frew. I’m half-Jewish and grew up in a suburb of Boston where everyone was Catholic so my Jew status was notable; I was also pretty goofy, or as my friend Chris put it, a “freak”, so freak + Jew = Frew. It’s used only lovingly, and it’s grown on me, but it’s a pretty unpleasant word.
If you were driving down the street and you saw Luke and Andrew on the sidewalk, what would you yell at them as you drove passed?
VEGAS BABY, VEGAAAAS!
What’s your favorite TBTL moment?
Probably Andrew drunk and sad under a tree on Superbowl Sunday.