It is number three in my collection of gramophones. This is my first one with a real live speaker cone thing. That is for sure the technical name for it. My other two are sort of like gramophone ghetto blasters. Portable. For parties. The ipods of the thirties. I'll show you photos of the others when I go home.
Anyway, I have to get it home somehow on an airplane with luggage and a bunch of kids. I’m thinking of packing it in puffed wheat.
What.
I can’t get puffed wheat in Ontario. Apparently it is some kind of controlled substance there. That’s my theory anyway. I’ve been trying to make puffed wheat squares for two years and it is thus far impossible to find puffed wheat for them. It’s kind of a crucial ingredient, but come to Alberta and there is puffed wheat galore. The stores here are all practically bursting at their seams with puffed wheat. You can’t move for all the puffed wheat crammed into every aisle of every store, even the car dealerships. I might be exaggerating, but only slightly. I will get some home, though, even if I have to smuggle it in under the guise of being packing styrofoam. Maybe I could fill some teddy bears and ceramic Holy Virgin statues with it too. I will come up with something.
The other news is that tonight I went to see the Green Lantern, and apart from Ryan Reynolds taking off his shirt a lot, it was basically exactly like Megamind. Also a small exaggeration. It was dumb, though. It surely was.
The good news is that I got to run into the very lovely wife of DBS at the theatre and will soonly be going to their home for coffee and cake. I hope they are prepared. DBS and Neil are both Scottish and we may have to swap coffee for scotch. I am looking forward to testing the theory that copper wire was invented by two Scotsmen fighting over a penny. I have a wallet full of them, because I have some art projects in mind that will require lots copper wire, you see.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Anyhow, on the way home from the theatre, we dropped the popcorn, spilling it all over my Dad’s jeep... so we decided to pick it up and throw handfuls of the dirty popcorn out of the window, (for the wildlife, it was obviously not littering) but the force of the air in the vehicle from the window being opened caused the popcorn to fly all over inside the vehicle in a big, greasy flurry. My dream of one day finding out what it would be like to be inside a popcorn machine was realized tonight, is what I’m saying.
PS. I am actually going to be holding my laptop at arms length over my head in one minute in hopes that there will be enough wireless service in my camper to publish this awesome blog entry. Not an exaggeration.
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