Saw this at a club last night and thought, this video is so me:
I'd heard the song before, and noted the amazing lyrical snippet above. But Janet Jackson! Space rocks! Planets! Shiny spider-spacewalk-dancers! Dancing on planets! Also, supertight group dance sequence. Only thing missing: some lasers in space.
Hot.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Missed Connections
You were the angriest baby I'd ever seen. You sat up in your stroller, your hands clenched in tiny fists. You glared at the people who walked through the quad: undergrad drifters looking for lunch, grad students blinking in the daylight. You did not cry. But I thought to myself: man, that baby looks pissed.
* * *
Also, I found a gigantic wrench.
It was buried in a scientific debris pile in the high-pressure mineral physics lab, which has been abandoned / inhabited by vagrants for decades. It's more than two feet long, two inches thick, and weighs something like 25 lbs. You might ask, so what? It's a long wrench. But it's not just a normal wrench that has been stretched out, length-wise. It's a normal wrench that has been blown up, proportionally, into a comical Novelty Wrench made of solid steel. It's Wayne Szalinzki, "Honey I Blew Up the Kid!" except he missed, and hit the tool box.
The funniest thing about this wrench is that it was, I think, actually functional. Somebody (here I envision a brawny, tanned high-pressure mineral physicist) wielded that thing, swung it up and used it to tighten some massive bolts. I wonder if the bolts are lying around somewhere, too.
* * *
This brings me to my last point. Have you ever encountered something so strange and wonderful that you felt a need to broadcast, to shout it from the mountaintops? I did this today with the wrench ("I found a gigantic wrench!"), and all of my conversations (real and electronic) came to a glaring halt. Glorious non sequitur; electronic silence. Well, once you write it, you can't take it back (can you? is there an 'undo send?'). I'll make up for it by being robustly sane for the next few weeks. That ought to take care of it.
* * *
Also, I found a gigantic wrench.
It was buried in a scientific debris pile in the high-pressure mineral physics lab, which has been abandoned / inhabited by vagrants for decades. It's more than two feet long, two inches thick, and weighs something like 25 lbs. You might ask, so what? It's a long wrench. But it's not just a normal wrench that has been stretched out, length-wise. It's a normal wrench that has been blown up, proportionally, into a comical Novelty Wrench made of solid steel. It's Wayne Szalinzki, "Honey I Blew Up the Kid!" except he missed, and hit the tool box.
The funniest thing about this wrench is that it was, I think, actually functional. Somebody (here I envision a brawny, tanned high-pressure mineral physicist) wielded that thing, swung it up and used it to tighten some massive bolts. I wonder if the bolts are lying around somewhere, too.
* * *
This brings me to my last point. Have you ever encountered something so strange and wonderful that you felt a need to broadcast, to shout it from the mountaintops? I did this today with the wrench ("I found a gigantic wrench!"), and all of my conversations (real and electronic) came to a glaring halt. Glorious non sequitur; electronic silence. Well, once you write it, you can't take it back (can you? is there an 'undo send?'). I'll make up for it by being robustly sane for the next few weeks. That ought to take care of it.
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