As the night draws in, Hubris is getting cagey.
When everyone is looking for you, though, where do you go?
And when you’ve got an event to announce, where do you go?!
Ya go to the mic.
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Lowell has learned a lesson about rivalry. It can be fun and spirited, or it can be mean-spirited.
Lowell started out, quite a while ago, thinking it had to be the latter.
Now, he must feel differently. I honestly don’t think he dumped Paste on his head out of mean-spiritedness. I think it was done in fun.
Surely Paste will feel the same.
Sometimes I think Durnell’s style is just to set up everyone to be either happy or cranky, and then steer them another way. At least, if you do this half the time or more, you keep people on their toes. I suppose that’s part of an Emcee’s job- keep folks guessing and listening close. Keep ’em holding their breath and waiting on the other shoe to drop so they can’t interrupt. Baffle them with Bull… You get the idea.
So the court was drawn the wrong way…
Scores can still be counted, and that’s all that matters.
No, wait- people can be shoved down a baby-oiled course with a stick. THAT’S all that matters.
You know the first time you throw a thing, or lift a thing, or push a thing, or smash at a dead run into a thing while pointing a long pole at it, you can never quiiiiiite know how much “oomph” to put on it.
Gauging Oomph is one of those things that you’ve gotta work at if you wanna be good at it. You can’t just guess at the amount of Oomph needed and give it a whack. You have to eyeball it, and heft it, and take a couple of practice swings. Any Olympic Oompher could tell you that.
If you don’t have the chance to take some practice first, is it best to OverOomph it? UnderOomphing it would be embarrassing, but the other team might still knock your guy into play. The other team’s never gonna go get your guy after he’s flown off the back end, though, even if sending him off the back end makes you look all burly and stuff.
I had a Blaupunkt system in my old Jeep. I was kind of proud of it, until I realized that no one liked that brand any more. Or, more to the point, remembers that it ever existed.
It’s what I get for having a Jeep made in 1986. Old Tech doesn’t impress anyone any more.
I bet Durnell had the same type of Stereo. It was very popular in the American South way back when.
Look, they got Paste into a nice, calm setting so that they can all distract him with a little interview…
But.
You can take the boy out of the chaos, but ya can’t take the chaos out of the boy.
He oughtta get a shirt that says that on it.
Well, I think this guy’s wound a little too tightly, and will probably sleep well tonight. Or whenever he finally stops moving and his legs quit twitching.
A science enthusiast like, say, Shelly, would notice that as these chaotic panels continue that they knit themselves into parallel narratives.
Thus, the OutdoorFest, far from being chaos itself, is bringing order to a disordered system. Such a thing, physically speaking, generates heat, and adds to the overall chaos of the universal physics and will eventually lead to the heat-death of the universe and the end of all molecular movement. Party!
But in the smaller scale of the neighborhood in which Hubris works? The Chaos is being Ordered. Not in an even pattern or anything, but…
Well, we’ll all see, won’t we?
You should never say that anything is a particular superlative… without qualification.
What I mean is, if you say, “This is the worst meal ever.” you should probably qualify it, or the Great Universal Sense Of Humor will kick in and the next meal you’re presented with will still be moving and will cause explosive disembowelment or something. If you say, “You are the biggest liar!” to someone, someone else will come along and sucker you into something even scammier. (According to spellcheck, I just invented the word ‘scammier’.)
So, if you say some kind of bike racer is the weirdest, you’re just opening the door to something you hadn’t planned on ever seeing.
It’s like double-dog daring the universe to be more startling than you’re prepared for. And that the dumbest thing anyone could do.
Uh-oh. I superlatived. Watch out. Something’s gonna be dumber than ever now.
