I'm a little sad at the moment. I really want a glow-in-the-dark frisbee. The sun is just setting and the temperature's cooling off. But even if I had one, I'd need a frisbee partner. It wouldn't have to be a dog. It could be someone who could throw it back. I like to set up so it rolls across the windshields of passing cruisers. If you throw it hard enough, you can also pass it clean through a truck with open windows on both sides. But then the other person has to catch it or it doesn't count. Glow-in-the-dark frisbees should retain their luminance long enough to disrupt one film viewing. The larger the theatre, the longer the disruption. Any split bread-bag clips, pushed onto the middle fingertip and flick-launched on an intercept course, should first be treated with acids to make them look like tracers from anti-aircraft guns.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
Doing Without
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