I'm just going to go ahead and assume that there are six degrees of separation between Vincent van Gogh and Kevin Bacon.
Putting chili and volcanic eruption together in a sentence is way too easy, even if one feels the need to tack on something about bacon, so I'll leave it be.
My car is out of gasoline. It is a large sedan. I push the car to the side of the road at the intersection of two busy streets. I rummage for paper to draw a picture of a car with no gas and words in English and Spanish to place behind the windshield to avoid it being towed while I hasten off to get gasoline.
Scene II: parents home (now sold IRL) on porch talking to younger brother (in California IRL) about the situation, planning on where to go for gasoline. Father (dead IRL) comes bouncing out of the house cheerful to have a useful task and opportunity to be hero, "Let's go!"
Me: "Oh wow! I didn't even think of that! The easiest answer of all. Use my dad, my family. Gawl!"
Dad: "Just forget it then."
Me: "Noooooo. Let's go!" Wakes up. Stunned I didn't think of the simplest thing of all. What takes the place of my dad and my brother? Why was I stuck? How did I run out of gas? Why didn't I think of AA? Why not just use my cell phone?
You might not be interested in this. But I mentioned it to the guy replacing the garbage disposer and he became immensely interested. He wanted to analyze it. He thought it has meaning. From my pov, it was great seeing my dad and seeing him so cheerful.
A long time ago Althouse made a post about microscopic pics of miniature food arrangements(?) I suggested to her a tag which I now suggest to Lem: tedious art.
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This joint is all Woodstock all the time.
Glad you appreciate my home town so much.
Someone has too much time on their hands, and I don't mean me.
More constructive use of bacon manipulation.
I'm just going to go ahead and assume that there are six degrees of separation between Vincent van Gogh and Kevin Bacon.
Putting chili and volcanic eruption together in a sentence is way too easy, even if one feels the need to tack on something about bacon, so I'll leave it be.
Dream:
My car is out of gasoline. It is a large sedan. I push the car to the side of the road at the intersection of two busy streets. I rummage for paper to draw a picture of a car with no gas and words in English and Spanish to place behind the windshield to avoid it being towed while I hasten off to get gasoline.
Scene II: parents home (now sold IRL) on porch talking to younger brother (in California IRL) about the situation, planning on where to go for gasoline. Father (dead IRL) comes bouncing out of the house cheerful to have a useful task and opportunity to be hero, "Let's go!"
Me: "Oh wow! I didn't even think of that! The easiest answer of all. Use my dad, my family. Gawl!"
Dad: "Just forget it then."
Me: "Noooooo. Let's go!" Wakes up. Stunned I didn't think of the simplest thing of all. What takes the place of my dad and my brother? Why was I stuck? How did I run out of gas? Why didn't I think of AA? Why not just use my cell phone?
You might not be interested in this. But I mentioned it to the guy replacing the garbage disposer and he became immensely interested. He wanted to analyze it. He thought it has meaning. From my pov, it was great seeing my dad and seeing him so cheerful.
When I looked at that picture of bacon, my first thought was: don't play with your food.
Chip, your dream post caused me to remember Wild Strawberries (1957).
I liked it a lot.
One of the best endings I've ever seen.
"I'm just going to go ahead and assume that there are six degrees of separation between Vincent van Gogh and Kevin Bacon."
Well played.
A long time ago Althouse made a post about microscopic pics of miniature food arrangements(?) I suggested to her a tag which I now suggest to Lem: tedious art.
bacon starry night is a work of art!
Nice catch Deb
And Eric
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