Warm Recollections #48
More from the Bitz Files
As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
Lap dancing is an entertainment for men with a lot of testosterone and very little imagination.
What if they’re lying when they say radios pick up signals from over the airwaves, and actually all radios come with the songs and words pre-installed, and they could run out? Something to think about. Because what if also the Internet isn’t a bunch of other people after all, but just a thing, and it’s in the next room?
Money is a river, not a pond.
One thing that was unusual was when we realized we had forgotten one of the rooms in our house.
Kitchens tend towards chaos. Constant hard, thoughtless, and quotidian use turns them into the unruly anarchists of the house.
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The second one reminds me of an I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again monologue where Graeme Garden informs the audience that radio no longer exists and hasn't for years, and the listener has just been hallucinating shows all along. "That's not even a radio you've got there, they've stopped making radios. Go on, open it up, have a look, take the back off...it's empty, isn't it? Oh, what blind, blind fools you've been!"
"Money is a river, not a pond." I really like that.