I Am Not Groucho’s Grandson (or, Weird Assumptions)
This is weird.
Both here and on Twitter, after I posted here a link to the BoingBoing story from Andy Marx, a number of people (more than a dozen) immediately assumed that I was saying that Groucho was my grandfather.
As “fun” as that could have been (probably not all that much fun), it wasn’t true. But people jumped to that conclusion.
On this site. And on Twitter. Where forwarding links is the raison de etre.
(All apologies to Andy Marx; was never my intention to try to even intimate anything like this, yo.)
Maybe it’s an outgrowth of me being a Groucho and Marx Brothers fan for two decades, and being influenced by his/their humor. (Also, always thought Margaret Dumont was a hottie!) Maybe it’s because my SIG quote and vmail announcement for 20+ years has been a quote from Groucho/Spaulding in Animal Crackers — went it wasn’t Wonka . Maybe it’s because people don’t read the whole post before responding.
I don’t know.
 Now I am thinking of Groucho as Wonka. As much as I love Gene Wilder as Wonka, Groucho as Wonka would be… EPIC.
It’s been a weird day, responding to these weird assumptions.
What do you think?