I'm starting to think that human beings are born with a limited amount of small talk installed in their brains. It also seems apparent that I'm in my early twenties and I've used up my entire allotment. It's being replaced by Trivia questions. So in the future when you avoid eye contact in the elevator and mutter "Cold enough for you?" Please don't be suprised when I respond with "In Alaska, more people are trampled every year by this animal than by any other. What is the animal?" And then I will flashdance/pummell you until you say Moose.
I found an Ozzy Osbourne cassette tape on the bridge over I-5 last night. At first I was really excited and I wanted to run home and play it, but then I noticed that one of the springs was broken. The ribbon was fine, but the mechanisim bust. Ozzy is trapped inside a cassette shell on the overpass. I used to think about that all the time, actually. When I'd see tape ribbon pulled out and blowing in the wind by the rest stop outside ritzville or twin falls or ontario, I would think "All that music is attached to that flimsy little ribbon, and now it's useless."
The rest stop outside ritzville is the one that has the rattlesnake warnings, I think. Ritzville or Ellensburg, I can't remember.
The Ritzville Rattlesnake Rest-stop? Sounds like a band.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at February 12, 2003 08:52 AM"Ozzy is trapped inside a cassette shell on the overpass."
That's an apt metaphor for the modern day, post-binge Ozzy... something like:
Poor Ozzy is trapped inside the shell that is himself.
Posted by: Jamison at February 13, 2003 03:35 PM