No, that's not a sea anemone eating my son's head, it's a ... well, I'm not sure how to describe what it actually is, now that I think of it. It did cost me $10, and it's made out of some kind of silicone I think, and it was in the little store section of the science shed at the Alaska State Fair and my son just had to have it, but other than that I've got no idea what it is. It was a fun day at the fair, sunny and hot (for us anyway, it was in the 70's and I was roasting), I got my annual buffalo burger and fresh-garlic smothered homemade potato chips, and bought a quart of Chikaloon birch syrup. Toured the craft sheds and watched the Alaskan Wood Turners Association demonstration for a bit.
As always when there is a large crowd, I came away with a couple of observations:
First, when did it become fashionable for women to show buttcrack? Seriously, are a lot of women joining the Plumber's Local or what? Lately it just seems that wherever I look, I've got female asscrack staring me in the face. I don't need this. Ladies, it's not attractive. Really, it's just not. Please, as a public service, pull up your britches, wear a longer shirt, something. Thanks.
Second, my son is an expert on Motocross. I don't know where he got it from. He begged me to take him to see it and I agreed. Now, understand, I have no interest whatsoever in loud noises made by 2-stroke motors and I don't know an 80cc Freestyle from the 125 Supercross Lite but it was a beautiful day and your kid is eleven only once, so what the hell. My wife bailed on us, so I got a beer (MGD. Ugh! Cheap shitty beer in a flimsy plastic cup is just another reason I avoid any event where rednecks gather in large groups) and we settled down in the bleachers to watch a bunch of crazed fools fling themselves around a muddy track and into the sky. After an hour or so came the freestyle demonstration. Holy. Freakin'. Crap! I've done some fairly dangerous things in my life, but these people are insane. They were jumping 30 -40, maybe 50 feet in the air while doing tricks called superman, tailwhip, cordova, and I forget what else. Yeah, yeah, you know all about this stuff, but I don't, and I'm pretty dammed sure I've never taken my son to see it before. And yet, somehow, my kid not only knew what each trick was called, he knew if they were doing it right. He knew when it was time to groom the track, and looked around for the water trucks. He knew the specifics of each racing category. How is this possible? Guess those video games he plays are more realistic than I thought. I'm going to have to pay closer attention.
And third, Stupid. Yep, big ol' stupid, sitting in the bright Alaskan sunshine, right there outside the livestock shed. Female, probably mid to late 50's, wheelchair bound, plugged into two very large personal O2 cylinders via a thin plastic tube under her nose and ... smoking? Smoking? No way. I do a double take. Holy shit, she is smoking. WTF? Hey, let me clue you in on something, Stupid, to wit: Oxygen + ignition source = Whoosh! Flash! Burning-Hair-Smell! Right smack in the middle of a large, dense crowd. Bad, Stupid, bad, no biscuit.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
There's an Anemone Eating My Head
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Got that beat, at our Great Geuaga County Fair we have oxen demos. Some parent like to push their baby carts UNDER the oxen so their kids can reach up and touch the critters. Seriously. It's like watching a train wreck. You just know something is going to happen and it isn't going to be a good memory.ReplyDelete
So now there are rules about keeping aisles and barns clear as the animal handlers/riders/trainers get ready for the demonstrations/events. We also have these "sanitation stations" in each barn. My wife has a PhD in biology, and she just laughs at those.
And kids always know more stuff about the things that interest them. As a motorcycle rider (yeah, I love it, wish I had a bike that worked, just sold my last one), why the heck would I want to do that on a bike? Riding through a commercial area is dangerous enough, if you really need your kicks.
Yeah, all it would take is one kid to get squashed or kicked into orbit by one of those big bovines and next thing you know there's lawyers and other vermin crawling out of the ooze on the floor of the barn like zombie Sunday. Nobody needs that.ReplyDelete
We've got those "Sanitation Stations" here too. My wife is an MBA and she thinks they're a great idea, she's also a germ freak. My degrees are in CompSci and I don't get an opinion.
I used to ride road bikes, but after a while I just lost interest. I love the heated seats in my Sierra, and Bose Surround Sound system. You can't get that on a bike, screw "freedom of the road" I want comfort dammit.
You could get those things on a Goldwing. But then, you know, you always have to stop for ice-cream. Or that law may only apply in the lower 48.ReplyDelete
But, yeah, Alaska, not really condusive to 60mph air conditioning.
Steve, there's a big riding crowd up here in the summer. There is also a certain crazy few who I've seen on the Glenn Highway well into the snow season. They've got heated suits plugged into the bike's 12v outlet and actually have studded tires. This is a special brand of insanity, but hey, that's Alaska for you and one of the reason I love the place. I'm a big fan of crazy.ReplyDelete
But, I figure if you own a Goldwing, you pretty much are already driving a car, why not just add two more tires, a roof and a couple of doors. Again, comfort Baby, comfort. I'm in enough pain already, I just can't do the bike seat thing for long. Frankly I use the heated seats in my truck year around as a heating pad. Heated conformal seats get my vote for top ten greatest invention of all time.
For the most hilarious motorcycle story I've ever read (I'm snorting now as I post this...) check out the following: http://lifeisaroad.com/stories/2004/10/29/neighborhoodHazardorWhyTheCopsWontPatrolBriceStreet.htmlReplyDelete
I'm not responsible for broken ribs, ruined keyboards or monitors from explosive laughter....