Danny Pudi also said “socks” and Larry King was not having it. Makes me think Danny would be cool to meet and Larry not at all.
The interview they’re talking about
Edit: the smile he makes after saying socks it’s top notch
Yeah, a fresh pair of socks is pretty great. I’ve never met this dude but he seems like he’d be alright.
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That makes me laugh every time. The meme really doesn’t do his delivery justice.
Is Larry King really that out of touch or is this a bit?
The delivery was incredible.
“Larry, I’m on Ducktales”
It might not necessarily be a bit but he was definitely setting Danny up with some softballs giving him room to do his thing; Larry King was a great interviewer.
I met Danny at my local coffee shop. I am a total ass and said “Abed?”. He said " Danny. " and shook my hand. Thus confirming my status as Total Ass, and his as a mensch.
I’d rather not meet Larry right now. I imagine it would be yucky and frightening and then eventually boring with a side of PTSD.
I would also not want to meet Larry now either.
Considering the fact that he died in 2021 and Hillside Memorial Park Cemetery is probably not the most fun place to visit haha
Socks as an answer makes me think of “Ode to my Socks” by Pablo Neruda:
Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder’s hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as though into two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin. Violent socks, my feet were two fish made of wool, two long sharks sea-blue, shot through by one golden thread, two immense blackbirds, two cannons: my feet were honored in this way by these heavenly socks. They were so handsome for the first time my feet seemed to me unacceptable like two decrepit firemen, firemen unworthy of that woven fire, of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless I resisted the sharp temptation to save them somewhere as schoolboys keep fireflies, as learned men collect sacred texts, I resisted the mad impulse to put them into a golden cage and each day give them birdseed and pieces of pink melon. Like explorers in the jungle who hand over the very rare green deer to the spit and eat it with remorse, I stretched out my feet and pulled on the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this: beauty is twice beauty and what is good is doubly good when it is a matter of two socks made of wool
Nah, Danny is spot on: A good cup of coffee at the right time can be pretty luxurious.
Considering the amount of labor goes into growing beans, curing them, and sending them all over the world:
I don’t know what the fuck else could be the definition of a luxury, but that’s a fucking luxury to have the result of a plant that mostly grows in the tropics readily available to be purchased and used at supermarkets worldwide.
Like, when East India Tea company ruled the waves, did people not think tea was a luxury? Because same deal, the amount of labor involved was gargantuan. It was absolutely the definition of a luxury.
Just because capitalism has made it “cheap” means nothing.
Just wait until climate change kills the vast majority of coffee crops. That’ll probably remind people that it’s a luxury.
As areas warm up we’ll just move tropical fruit production to areas previously incompatible. We’ll be enjoying the French coffee industry because grapes can’t grow there anymore!
Imagine the privilege and lack of historical awareness to not believe coffee is a luxury
If it’s a luxury, isn’t it almost by definition “something you can live without?”
You’re confusing the word “can” with the word “can”, which is understandable, since they are spelt the same way.
