"She sells seashells in (a) the Rocky Mountain states (where they are much prized as godly evidence of Noah's flood) and (b) Central Asia (where seashell sellers show entrepreneurial zeal, but the supply lines are dodgy... and the CIA funds Operation Seashell as a low-tech listening post)."

A tongue twister for the truly twisted.

We have quite a few loose ends left, but I do not mind in the slightest... Am I becoming pragmatic, finally?

Yes I have a direction with the embryonic plans that seem to take place at the moment -- I need some time to catch on to a rythm...

hmmm I think that every word I say might be one too many... Rest assure that your support and insight and humour were a primary incentive to me -- You know what I considered the best Post in 2007--

Do not extrude TOO much - and watch your "back" -- we like having you around, you know!

I s'pose there's She Who Must Be Obeyed. And there's Her Who Must Be Maphrodite.

And then there's Aphrodite (rhymes with Blighty). Or indeed Nighty night.

But *this* worm ain't for turning.

It makes perfect sense.

<Lord Durham> came to Canada to find out why they were so revolting and then blamed the revolt on the <French Opening>. There was wide agreement in England and the <Manhattan Chess Club>.

<She Who Mush be Obeyed>, aka <"Our Hyacinth">, was in charge of button and flower arrangement (or else) in Kingston, Ontario's own <Queen's Fusilli>.

<Aprhodite> is better than none!! HHAHAHA

<Her Maphrodite> refers to the great scene in <David Lean's> "Satyricon". All <Blighty> was appalled when <Fellini> rushed out HIS version while <Lean's was still at the Chemist's.

<Worms> have heads at both ends, so even THEY don't turn. You are, therefore, in good cumpany.

AND NO TRYING TO FOOL ME WITH ARCANE ALLUSIONS.

Or Arcade Illusions for that matter.

Yes, it's time for another "blue period" Frogspawn Editorial:

<I Was Held <<<<Prisoner>>> in a Pasadena oops nope that's Korean Drunken Karaoke Bus for Six Hours

Well it's true. Last school day of ther term, apparently, every single teacher and school official in the country is forced to go on a six hour ride to the sea shore (in winter) and get royally pissed and sing Karaoke for six hours on a bus.

Good gravy.

It all started out innocently enough... we travelled merrily (ie- the whole school slept and snored) all the way out the the "East Sea."

We came to an Island-- called "Crab City" in English-- that was kind of like Disneyland, but for Crab affcianados.

The bridge has a Giant Crab (a good thirty feet wide) over it and there were hundreds more of these statues in the "city." Very surreal.

Korean Gypsys danced in Harlequin clothes in the frosty sunlight, whacking ceremonial drums and trying to sell us ice cream.

Lines and lines of decrepit looking Crab Boats strewn hahphazardly along an endless array of piers-- belying the idea that Koreans are 'tidy'-- these boats were covered with an unholy mess of tangled ropes, tools and crap on their weatherbeaten decks.

Long rows of lanterns strung in the rigging-- yes, these intrepid folk venture hardily into the icy (and treacherous) Eastern Sea every night when the King Crab are active on the ocean floor, and catch them in Giant traps.

They also troll nets for every manner of fishy imaginable.

We saw them getting the fish out of the Nets-- probably the same way they've been doing it for 200 years.

Ten or so Fishermen grab the Net and "flip" the end of it, snapping silver showers of minnows through the air, singing a baritone and rhythmic song that sounded like "Heave Ho" but in Korean.

Inside the Restaurant thousands (yes, thousands) of Koreans (and me) tucked into tons of Steaming Giant Crab.

This is eaten with your fingers and a pair of stout scissors, and no one stands on ceremony.

Eveyone was gorged and covered head to toe in Crab Juice.

On the trip home, to my amazement, not to mention horror, every man and woman Jack got howling drunk (except me) by "force majeur".

The vice principal not only hit on me, but he forced me to drink beer. He said "I want to see your allergic reaction."

The whole school was watching-- so I took a large mouthful of beer and then pretended to throw up-- right in his face.

He didn't even blink!! I don't think he remembered the incident even five minutes later. Also, by journey's end he had hit on every single person in the bus, including the driver.

I was also forced to sing "Let it Be" and everyone else was forced to sing Korean pop songs.

For three hours!!!!

Holy Moly.>

Regards,
I rode the Drunken Korean Teacher Karaoke Bus and Lived to Tell the Tale.

A *vice* principal? Like vice squad, Miami vice, etc? Well, he *would* hit on you, Jess, wouldn't he? They probably pay him to. Er, ah, oops, not that he, y'know, wouldn't anyway, being only human, presumably.

Wasn't there a theory that language evolved among fisher-folk, and the first words ever uttered were 'heave ho' (or equivalent). Yo-he-ho, that's it.

What are you doing up in the middle of the night again?

Did you have a good Nude Deer?

Incidentally, scientists have discovered that the Beatles were really Norwegian. Something to do with DNA patterns in Liverpool.

They forced me to sing let it be.

I insisted on a selection from <Rick Wakeman's> "Journey to the Center of the Earth."

"Memories of a life on earth go flashing past--

Of home, of <Grauben>,

Friends of whom he's seeen his laaast.."

You have to give these Germans (Norwegians? What nationality was Arne Sachnusem? or Jules Verne for that matter?) credit for beautiful names for women.

"Grauben.." evocative of all things feminine-- A name fit for a woman with a face like a bun, perhaps.

Well, that was predictable.

and here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbaZ...

Sigh. I wonder who did their hair? Are these hairdressers still alive?

It's <Jon Anderson>, of course, singing on the <Rick Wakeman> vid.

DOH!

You're right about the hair, it's not as if it just growed. It kinda terminates in a straight line, so somebody must have coiffed it. With a ruler, perhaps, or the sharp edge of a synth.

<John Cleese as Interviewer>:

"And what do you think of Raquel Welch?"

<Michael Palin as Public Schoolboy>:

But this is also late 70s style:

(sans jump suits chains and falsetto)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28nC...

I wanta Destroy!!

Every single thing anyone has done since 1955 is now available on <YouTube>.

Everything.

How do we feel about this?