HOOOOOAAAAAH!!!!! Memories best left lost in the ether!
The whole package looks to be created in the ’70s as an adjunct to the intense press coverage about how dropping acid would “improve” your life or maybe a part of the notice of an upcoming Timothy Leary lecture at Berkely! “Tune in, turn on, drop out” and get massive irreversible brain damage! And it tasted a whole lot better than detergent pods, especially when dripped on a sugar cube. Do they still make sugar cubes?
VanderleunFebruary 24, 2018, 1:28 PM
Yes.
Dr. JayFebruary 24, 2018, 1:53 PM
While watching this, for some reason, this joke popped in my head: Pavlov is sitting at a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
EskymanFebruary 24, 2018, 2:41 PM
That was well done! I was worried that the Shenanigan might have slipped off its base, which is of course made from preframulated ammulite, and that could’ve caused great damage to the sperving bearings. Wouldn’t that have been a pity!
As we all know, to successfully tune this instrument one needs a turbo encabulator, such as this one made by Chrysler:
As a professional musician I have to say: that is effin hilarious! Great spoof on “early musick.”
JaynieFebruary 25, 2018, 3:58 AM
Speaking of sugar cubes. I was in a restaurant just yesterday, a charcuterie delicatessen in Waltham, Massachusetts, where they placed a shallow tray of roughly shaped sugar cubes, white and brown, out with our coffee.
BillHFebruary 25, 2018, 7:31 AM
Do they have white and brown sugar cubes for the same reason I keep white and brown corn cobs in my outhouse?
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
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When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
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HOOOOOAAAAAH!!!!! Memories best left lost in the ether!
The whole package looks to be created in the ’70s as an adjunct to the intense press coverage about how dropping acid would “improve” your life or maybe a part of the notice of an upcoming Timothy Leary lecture at Berkely! “Tune in, turn on, drop out” and get massive irreversible brain damage! And it tasted a whole lot better than detergent pods, especially when dripped on a sugar cube. Do they still make sugar cubes?
Yes.
While watching this, for some reason, this joke popped in my head: Pavlov is sitting at a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
That was well done! I was worried that the Shenanigan might have slipped off its base, which is of course made from preframulated ammulite, and that could’ve caused great damage to the sperving bearings. Wouldn’t that have been a pity!
As we all know, to successfully tune this instrument one needs a turbo encabulator, such as this one made by Chrysler:
https://youtu.be/MXW0bx_Ooq4
As a professional musician I have to say: that is effin hilarious! Great spoof on “early musick.”
Speaking of sugar cubes. I was in a restaurant just yesterday, a charcuterie delicatessen in Waltham, Massachusetts, where they placed a shallow tray of roughly shaped sugar cubes, white and brown, out with our coffee.
Do they have white and brown sugar cubes for the same reason I keep white and brown corn cobs in my outhouse?
You did notice, of course, that was a left handed Shenanigan, far far less common than the right handed Shenanigan.
“. . . white and brown corn cobs . . . ”
Very funny BillH
Reminds me of home. Ha, Ha !!!
You can do that at home, too, Jaynie! Adds a touch of class to the tea table.
https://www.amazon.com/Perruche-Brown-Sugar-Cubes-10-5/dp/B006YVD9G6