- A mangled toy elephant.
- An IBM computer case. Complete with motherboard. And power supply. Nothing else.
- An elderly man who had misplaced something very important on the top of his car it would seem. He was examining it precisely. I did not get to take this home. A pity.
- A brand new battery in working condition.
- A quarter. Quarters are the best.
I came home with the small items stashed inside of the computer case. My mother took a dim view of this.
"Why do you bring this here," she said.
"I am going to use it at some point I expect because by God I am Rube Goldberg," I said.
My mother is not stupid. She immediately recognized me as Suuji Tanaka to the exclusion of Rube Goldberg. I can not believe I thought my little ruse would work.
My mother chose not to pursue the matter further because she knows that I am a deeply silly person. I took the items to my room and used them to decorate a bench. The bench is convinced it is a night-stand, so this is OK.
I was still in the mood for Activities so I decided to check the mail. Consideration revealed to me that checking the mail is not an Activity, rather it is an hnnnnm. activity., so I had to think of a way to make it interesting.
The result of the two minutes of research and development is a fabulous new kind of checking the mail. I will reveal it here because I trust my friends to respect my intellectual property.
Here it is.
It is like checking the mail, with the exception:
You wear sunglasses and you attempt to bounce an ice cube down the street. When that does not work you -- this part is inspired by Tony's effective method for dealing with problems -- make up a small tune about bouncing ice. As in ice of a bouncing-inclined variety.
I had a good day and I reccommend the technique to all persons over the age of fifteen.
If you do not want to read this, then that is fine and I am not offended.
September 15 2005, 03:16:09 UTC 6 years ago
"...checking the mail is not an Activity, rather it is an hnnnnm. activity., so..."
AAHAHA BEST. EVER.
I love you.