Oh, life is like that. Sometimes, at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at it’s zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters decend upon us.
My fevered brain seethed with the effort of trying to come up with the infinitely subtle devices necessary to implant the Red Ryder range model air rifle indelibly into my parents’ subconscious
I have since heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed.
A friend of mine posted pictures on his facebook page of This Place that I didn’t even know exsisted.
He was there for the reunion (must have been last month some time) and he got pictures with Scut Farkus! and others. (lucky bastard)
The other night Mrs. R and I went to a musical stage version of this at the Fifth Avenue theater (in Seattle). Very interesting; the Fifth prides itself on being a place that develops musicals, and I gather this was the premiere run.
A few rough patches, but some strong songs: one sung by the mother during the “I don’t think my mother had a hot meal in 15 years” scene, and another by the father describing how important winning the contest was to him.
“Getting ready to go to school was like getting ready for extended deep-sea diving.”
Last night, while flipping channels, I thought I’d stumbled across A Christmas Story. Only, not exactly.
There was a crowd of young boys, all of them staring with wide-eyed desire. The music was from the soundtrack for the movie. Cut to the Major Award. More music.
Then, two window curtains swing in front, blocking the view. Target. Curtains for $19.99. Happy Holidays.
Laughed my ASS off.
- What’s YOUR name, little boy?
- Don’t bother me…I’m…thinking…