For reasons too frightening to imagine, the ingredients in Diet Coke mixed with Mentos effectively form rocket propulsion.
If I seem a little skittish, it's because it's potentially hazardous, like for this yahoo:
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Showing posts with label Storm Large and the Balls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storm Large and the Balls. Show all posts
Thursday, July 31, 2008
New Day #217
At the suggestion of rock diva and merry prankster Storm Large, I did the Mentos in Diet Coke Science Experiment.
For reasons too frightening to imagine, the ingredients in Diet Coke mixed with Mentos effectively form rocket propulsion.
If I seem a little skittish, it's because it's potentially hazardous, like for this yahoo:
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For reasons too frightening to imagine, the ingredients in Diet Coke mixed with Mentos effectively form rocket propulsion.
If I seem a little skittish, it's because it's potentially hazardous, like for this yahoo:
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008
New Day #188
While it might seem that my life is a series of madcap adventures, the truth is that I pursue these experiences partly as a way of keeping depression at bay. Without constant stimulation, I can misuse my imagination to feed my myriad of anxieties.
So today I once again biked over to the Large Nipples house (14 miles roundtrip--whoo hoo!), this time to work on my next book while Storm worked on her one-woman show for Portland Center Stage. I really savor working in the same room with another writer--when we each get stuck we have someone to unstick us. Of course, you run the risk of influencing each other too much. When we were done, Storm told me she found her work much lighter for my presence, while I wrote a joke about puppies drowning in the "death bag."
Eventually we took a break to partake in one of Davey's son's favorite pastimes and today's New Thing: Burning Barbies. Otherwise known as the "Barbiecue."
Here's Davey with a Disney doll he decided looked like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
That siren you hear at the end is not the fire department, though it wouldn't have surprised me if it were.
Turns out there are innumerable ways to mutilate dolls, all of which I found creatively stimulating. Like the best art, it allowed me to look at something ordinary through new eyes.
I forgot to mention yesterday that Storm has an antique chest at the foot of her bed onto which are carved the words "Hodie non cras," which means "Today, not tomorrow."
An apt reminder to Live Large.
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So today I once again biked over to the Large Nipples house (14 miles roundtrip--whoo hoo!), this time to work on my next book while Storm worked on her one-woman show for Portland Center Stage. I really savor working in the same room with another writer--when we each get stuck we have someone to unstick us. Of course, you run the risk of influencing each other too much. When we were done, Storm told me she found her work much lighter for my presence, while I wrote a joke about puppies drowning in the "death bag."
Eventually we took a break to partake in one of Davey's son's favorite pastimes and today's New Thing: Burning Barbies. Otherwise known as the "Barbiecue."
Here's Davey with a Disney doll he decided looked like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
That siren you hear at the end is not the fire department, though it wouldn't have surprised me if it were.
Turns out there are innumerable ways to mutilate dolls, all of which I found creatively stimulating. Like the best art, it allowed me to look at something ordinary through new eyes.
I forgot to mention yesterday that Storm has an antique chest at the foot of her bed onto which are carved the words "Hodie non cras," which means "Today, not tomorrow."
An apt reminder to Live Large.
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Tuesday, July 1, 2008
New Day #187
One of the best things that's happened to me lately has been getting to know the force of nature that is diva rocker Storm Large. When I learned that her boyfriend and bassist Davey Nipples had restored a muscle car, Floyd and I invited ourselves over to the Large Nipples residence for a ride.
Now there's a sentence you don't get to write every day.
"This is my therapist," Davey said. "If I've had a bad day, I come home and wrench this thing and everything's good with the world." Then he showed us just what 650 horsepower can do. I swear, I thought I'd get whiplash. When Davey let it rip, I screamed like a little girl. Yet the ride was surprisingly smooth.
After that, Storm showed us the rest of the house, ending with a tour of her Craftmatic vibrating bed.
When Davey came into the bedroom to find his girlfriend naked in bed with two men, all he said was, "Doesn't that bed ROCK?"
This is why they're my friends.
Lesson learned: Ask for what you want. Sometimes you get a lot more than you expect.
PS Just got some more pics from the Twentysomething Brunch that were simply too cute not to post.
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Now there's a sentence you don't get to write every day.
"This is my therapist," Davey said. "If I've had a bad day, I come home and wrench this thing and everything's good with the world." Then he showed us just what 650 horsepower can do. I swear, I thought I'd get whiplash. When Davey let it rip, I screamed like a little girl. Yet the ride was surprisingly smooth.
After that, Storm showed us the rest of the house, ending with a tour of her Craftmatic vibrating bed.
When Davey came into the bedroom to find his girlfriend naked in bed with two men, all he said was, "Doesn't that bed ROCK?"
This is why they're my friends.
Lesson learned: Ask for what you want. Sometimes you get a lot more than you expect.
PS Just got some more pics from the Twentysomething Brunch that were simply too cute not to post.
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