Do you know how hard it is to colorize a red-headed person? Their hair is NOT red like Bud’s shirt. Son-of-a-b… Welcome a new character. You’ll find out her name tomorrow as we move on from the flame thrower bit.
Every so often, I come up with a comic title that just smacks of perfect… well, for me anyway. Today is one of those days. I will sometimes Google for song themes as the old hard drive up in my head is loosing data by the day. But today I KNEW what it had to be. The funny thing is I do not like this song at all. The longest damn thing and SLOW. Back in the day of album-orientated-rock FM stations, this damn song got played a lot. It let the DJ go light up or take a crap or whatever. At 11 minutes, it felt like an eternity to a DJ who’s use to turning on a new song very 3 or 4 minutes.
But I digress… Here’s why I think this Traffic song is perfect… the lyrics to the first verse:
“If you see something that looks like a star
And its shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can’t escape from the sound
Don’t worry too much, it’ll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you’re hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys.”
Far out… 🙂
That would be “Far Out, Man.”
Funny…I used to think the same thing about dj potty breaks when they played Stairway to Heaven or Knights in White Satin (boy I hated that song)
Her hair might literally be flame-headed with that marshmellow napalm heading her way…..
Oh, that old Traffic song is awesome. It was a good sex song too. 11 minutes of heaven!
You know redheads are trouble, so if she mixes with Lorraine it could get interesting 🙂
I’m guessing she’s in for some steamed can on her head
Ha! I have a set of full colour 1977 mugs and you don’t! When I got home last night there was a large box and a suspicious spouse waiting for me. Ignoring the paint-blistering glare of my beloved, I opened up the box and inside were four beautiful handmade (or hand-thrown in potterspeek I guess) china mugs, each bearing a depiction of one of the main characters of 1977. This makes me about 15 times more Cool, Hip and Hoopy than you vacuous unwhacky glooks. I’d show you a picture but none of you mugless wonders are cool enough.
:oP :ob :oP
How you can stand the shame is beyond me.
:o)))))
Damn those smileys! They ruined my brilliant emoticon flickbook of me blowing a rasberry at the Great Unmugged.
[4 Nate] Not cans. Marshmallows. Hot, flaming, semi-molten goo incoming. Third degree burns in the offing.
I would like to get a mug myself, but unfortunately the shipping to mycountry is too expensive…
Great red hair! Are you keeping her skinny? 😀
I might just give that a try myself. Great strip!
Punch It Chewie!
hahhahahah
yes!
LOL! Man… what a crowd today! I’m having a great time read all the comments.
RE: ArsGratiaArtis – 11 minutes for sex? Minute waltz is more like it… not me of course, nooo… 🙂
RE: roxysteve – Glad to hear they arrived in one piece! I get nervous when we ship pottery. They are cool, aren’t they?
RE: mavrick45 – Now I gotta get the first Star Wars out and see if Han actually said that or not. I believe when the Falcon is exiting the Death Star is when he says it… if not, then I’m having a flashback of sorts…
RE: Arnie – Yeah, that would be a cool way to toast the old marshmallows!
RE: ferabreu – Someday I’ll make a trip down your way and find a distributor or something down there for my stuff. I’ll be international any day now… 🙂
Keep the “cards & letters” coming gang!
“Punch it, Chewie!”
It’s one of those phrases, where even if he didn’t say it, everyone knows he said it.
Kind of like those P.T. Barnum quotes like “There’s a sucker born every minute.”
[Byron] Too cool to discuss in front of these hobbyhorses. Expect an e-mail with a presumptuous suggestion in the future, and, in my next fiscal period, an order for the big pot. I can’t take the chance that my enthusing over the mugs will cause someone to attempt to one-up my coolness by buying two of each (though that would be a wise purchase) and need to increase my Exclusive Cool Factor strategically.
The packaging was great. Exactly enough to ensure that everything survived the braying mob and the Anti-Mug League. Not only that, with a little care I can unfold everything and have something to read on the train tomorrow.
Steve.
wow, yeah … I had no idea where you were going with the song title, but the lyrics fit perfectly.
Byron — “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” 😛 But honestly, it’s the last 1 minute that matters most for the guy, the other 10 are for the girl!
No, no. I’m doing it right for ME… 🙂 Remember, I’m a 70s guy where women had to fight for their rights, stayed at home and made us guys dinner. I will be receiving about 1000 “Dear Mr. Sexist-Pig Wilkins…” right about… now.
Dear Mr. Sexist-Pig Wilkins,
Good job!
Wimmin’s Libbers
A little birdie told me you’re a 70s guy whose heroes were women who DIDN’T stay home cooking dinner. Doo de doo de doo…