As a Huitzilopochtli’s Witness, I resent that remark!
Somehow that sparked a vision that was somewhere between the Monty Python Encyclopedia Salesman sketch and the “We’ve come for your liver” bit.
:eek:
One day, I ended up coming along to my younger sister’s friend’s party at a kitschy games-‘n’-pizza place. I played a few games, but not enough to get a substatial number of tickets. Before we left, I took them to the exchange counter and, seeing nothing better, got about a gazillion and one bouncy balls. Hey, there was nothing better in my “price range.”
So a friend of mine and I got the idea to chuck all 40+ of them off the roof of his 2-story house just to see what happened.
The result was pretty sadly disappointing. We weren’t sure what we were expecting, but those cheap little rubber balls didn’t put up quite the chaotic, subatomic particle-esque show we theorized in our excited discussions as we climbed the stairs. They only bounced something like half the height of the house…
Un-lame ball bouncing action.
Spectre of Pithecanthropus:
Can it be something I read? It concerns that Hero Of My Generation, John Lennon. I read the other day that he was being interviewed at the time the Beatles decided to form the Apple Corp. And he spoke to the effect that that they wanted there to be a place where artists and musicians could come and develop their ideas without getting down on their knees in an office–“like yours”! Totally deadpan, serious, and cold. Was he totally high on drugs, or was he just trying to impress that Ono woman? What did he mean, saying that to journalists who were interviewing him?? Journalists don’t decide who gets to make records, record company execs do. They’re totally different animals.
Silly me, and all this time I thought that Apple Corps was created ostensibly as a tax shelter …well, all that stuff about giving new artists opportunities, that too
Furr’s Cafeteria in Plainview, Texas on a Saturday night in the early 80s. (I was travelling with my Grandma and, being 11, had no veto power in restaurant choice.) There was a woman in a long white dress and pearls playing a harp in the dining room.
