Guide to Wunderland
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Honesty Begins at Home
"You are so grounded," announced Tracy's mom as
Tracy walked in, at 2 minutes before curfew. "Why?"
Mom held up the baggie of marijuana, discovered in Tracy's underwear
drawer. "How can you ground me after what you did at Woodstock?"
"Because you didn't tell me," Mom said, rolling a joint,
"and because you didn't share."
New this week:
Me to Izolda: "The
Looneys have no water."
Andy Looney (on phone): "And
a house -"
Me to Andy: "hold on a second."
Andy: "...was condemned!"
throwster (throw'-stir) n.
one who throws textile filaments
- The Green Mile :-|
High discomfort may
be occasionally eased
with karmic relief.
Ten airline passengers awake to find that everyone
else on the plane has vanished. They land at a deserted airport,
where time seems to stand still, food has no flavor, and there's
a horrible grinding noise in the distance. It's based on a Stephen
King story, but to me it was more like a couple of Twilight Zone
episodes I can think of, mashed together and expanded into a
2-part made-for-TV movie. (For you Zone experts out there, I'm
speaking of "The Odyssey of Flight 33" and "A
Matter of Minutes", along with a dash of "Where is
Bring Up The Subject
||Flooding / The Fluxx Boxx
On Thursday, a chap came out to the house to service our heating
system. He was a nice enough fellow, but he screwed up majorly,
leaving a valve open that caused warm water to drain out of the
heater, flooding one of our most comfortable lounging spots,
a room we call the Bridge. (Not only that, his cologne gave Kristin
a migraine). This resulted in a lot of hassle and swearing, but
fortunately I discovered the situation relatively early, and
everything cleaned up and dried up just fine.
Just a couple of days later, this flooding incident seemed
trivial. On Sunday, just as the next big winter storm was gearing
up to strike, a water main broke, right near where we live. The
streets were quickly filled with muddy water, and apparently
the house closest to Ground Zero flooded so quickly that the
foundation shifted, immediately destabilizing the entire structure.
The house was promptly condemned. Since it was just a couple
of blocks away, we took a walk in the wintery mix to check it
out for ourselves, and sure enough, there They were already boarding
up the windows. It was both sad and scary. Sad because it was
the Firewood Guy (everyone in the neighborhood knew the victim
as the guy who sold firewood from his big corner lot) and scary,
of course, because it could have been us. I feel like we're all
afloat in a dangerous ocean, and a nearby ship just hit an iceberg
The water main damage impacted the entire neighborhood in
various ways. We were without water for most of a day, while
houses closer to Ground Zero had to go without water (other than
that which flooded their basements) for much longer. Moreover,
the major road through our sector has been closed all week, since
repair crews had to dig a huge hole in the street in order to
make repairs. (I wish I'd thought to take a picture of it, when
the guts of the earth were exposed... but we've been super busy
as usual. Toy Fair looms and we still have much preparing to
Last week I announced our decision
to reclaim the publishing rights to Fluxx, and said we were thinking
about changing the box style in the process. Well, guess what,
we've already changed our minds about that. Around Tuesday, the
combination of negative feedback and our own misgivings caused
us to reconsider the idea, and by the end of the meeting we'd
decided not to fix what ain't broken. (We felt like this was
definitely the right decision later in the day, when the message
in Kristin's fortune cookie said "All decisions you make
today will be most fortunate.")
Response to the idea of a Fluxx expansion, however, has been
great. There's an active discussion going on right now on the
list, regarding ideas for cards to include in Fluxx++; if
you're a Fluxx fan and you aren't on the mailing list, you ought
to sign up and join in the debate!
||The York Buttercream Patty. It'd be just
like a Peppermint Patty except with a gold wrapper, a milk chocolate
coating, and a vanilla buttercream filling. Of course, it should
taste like my favorite selection from the box of assorted chocolates;
and while the Peppermint Patty's catchphrase is "Taste the
Sensation," the Buttercream Patty, being non-low-fat, would
probably have a slogan more like "Enjoy the Indulgence."
||Man, System 9 sucks! I don't like the new "features",
the ones I keep wishing for never show up (why can't I undo a
cleanup of the desktop?), and worst of all, it's as buggy and
crash-prone as a speeding car with a hornet's nest under the
seat! Does anyone have a System 8 install disk we can borrow?
||"I hung around with those guys for seven
or eight months before I put them all away."
-- quote accompanying a pair of green platform shoes worn in
the seventies by an undercover narc, now on display at the DEA
Museum and Visitor Center