Things I think about when falling asleep...

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It was the summer of 1940. In order to celebrate the progress made in Spain under Fascism, Francisco Franco decided to hold a grand exposition in Madrid, that would be as big and impressive as any world's fair, but it would be an all-Spanish affair, highlighting progress and prosperity and culture from every city and province.

But the dictator's timetable for the construction and opening of his exposition was hopelessly optimistic, and rumors began circulating of workers dying on the job, and that some of the pavilions seemed like they wouldn't hold together for the two months that the thing was supposed to last. The Department of Public Safety got wind of these rumors, and they sent a building inspector down to the exposition grounds to see what was going on.

Upon approaching the grand gateway that led into the site the inspector found his way blocked by three men who refused to let him enter. Oddly, they weren't the machine gun toting fascist goons he might have expected, but seemed to be dressed in 17th century cleric's garb, black outfits with funny flat-brimmed hats.

He showed them his credentials and demanded, "You have to let me in, I'm a building inspector!"

To which they replied. in strange high-pitched haughty voices:
"NO ONE INSPECTS THE SPANISH EXPOSITION!!!"
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(with apologies to Monty Python's Flying Circus, laika)

Comments

You want me to groan...

erin's picture

:)

Hugs,
Erin

= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.

stage right....cue...

Alecia Snowfall's picture

stage right...cue...MEL BROOKS!

quidquid sum ego, et omnia mea semper; Ego me.
alecia Snowfall

Tonight when falling asleep

I spent a solid thirty minutes ruminating on the question of whether quantum physics and the idea that different dimensional forces affecting certain dimensional sets to different degrees could in theory lead to in essence time-travel by instead searching out dimensional cross-sections where the flow of time is slightly faster or slower than our own.

*shrug*

Melanie E.

reminds me

Alecia Snowfall's picture

reminds me of the old question; what do you get when you cross a dyslexic, and agnostic and an insomniac? Someone who lies awake at night wondering if there really is a Dog.

quidquid sum ego, et omnia mea semper; Ego me.
alecia Snowfall

Oh My God......

D. Eden's picture

That is just soooooo bad!

When I lay awake at night, I ponder how any redneck, born again Christian can claim that I can't truly be a woman when their justification for doing so is that, "God doesn't make mistakes."

To which I reply, "Then I must have been planned!"

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

I Lie Awake At Night

joannebarbarella's picture

Thinking of all the fiendish tortures that I can inflict on Torquemada (sorry, I mean Laika) like tickling her feet until she cries uncle.

no one expects...

Being of a certain age and having been a student in London (very close to the BBC) when the first series was being filmed it is a bit close to me heart.

The Student Uni bar had to get a TV just to show the series otherwise the place would empty about 30 mins before it came on and that was it for the evening.

Back on topic.
I fell asleep last night thinking about the plot of a forthcoming story called 'What's Next?' (sorry not Who's Next). Not started writing it yet but I have most of it mapped out in my mind.
It beats the tossing and turning I'd otherwise do if my mind got onto work.

Samantha

sigh ...

Franco did not impose fascism on Spain.

It was sort of the other way around...

erin's picture

You could just as easily say that fascism imposed Spain on Franco, too. History is complicated.

But the joke is still fine, Franco's totalitarianism on top of the fascism that already existed and had helped put Franco in power eventually led to the situation as it is now in Spain. It could be worse.

Hugs,
Erin

= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.