This is how the world ends. I am certain of it. I have foreseen it.
And get off of my lawn!
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This is how the world ends. I am certain of it. I have foreseen it.
And get off of my lawn!
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Hey Moe, I sent you an email. Did you get it?
Yeah, but I think that I’ve seen it before. 🙂
Fair enough. I thought you, of all people, might like that.
Oh, I did! But I think that I may have hit it already. Maybe. 🙂
I saw Zorbing for the first time on Season 5 of “The Amazing Race” back in 2004, which convinced me that I want to try this someday. Don’t know when or where, but I’m looking forward to it.
…It’s a goram human-sized hamster ball, Michael. I belong to an organization that sees nothing particularly unusual about recreating the Kanamara Matsuri ritual every year in Western Pennsylvania, and *I’m* struck by the absurdity of this thing. Then again, I suppose it’s not my place to judge, or at least not your place to care if I do. 🙂
I’ll be 50 later this month, and I have noticed a marked decrease in my caring what others think. Hasn’t yet manifested in some of the stereotypical ways, but stay tuned for further updates. 🙂
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I was unaware of said ritual, as I’ve never managed to get up to Pennsic, but I rather suspect I knew some of the individuals responsible for starting such a tradition. I had to google it to find out exactly what it was, but I could totally have envisioned that in a Meridian encampment back when I was active. It would have required a fair bit of alcohol, but that’s never been in short supply at any event *I* ever attended. Absurdity wasn’t difficult to come by, either…
Dude, you can’t be fifty, because then I’d be almo… oh, crap.
Coolest guy I ever met at Pennsic was in his ’70s.
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You’ve got time.
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Youngster.
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Mew
But, but The Pennsic War is tradition, man, TRADITION.
The bloody thing has been going on since 1972; the SCA kingdoms involved have the Peloponnesian War beat by more than a decade.
The Kanamara Matsuri ritual seems to fit right in.
So to speak.
Sore wa masani kanojo ga itta kotoda.
I’man old dude. I’d be the one in the hamster ball. Preferably with a couple of cute gals. Ha.
Some people chase cheese down a steep hillside.
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Some people juggle geese[classical reference].
It’s all fun and games until one of those zorbs goes over the embankment and sails off into space, and we see just how effective the cushioning is when it finally hits the ground.