Lawn Mowers, Ball Bearings and...

November 28, 2005 9:52 PM

Ritual Adornment of a communal habitat. Light and sound combine to impress other nearby members of the species. The counterpoint to a summer of tending carefully controlled foliage.
posted by somnambulist (11 comments total)

This was posted already. I wouldn't however, feel too bad about the dupe, because the filename was changed, the hosting site was changed, and the description doesn't sound even vaguely like Christmas lights. I wouldn't have caught it either, if I hadn't seen (and admired) the video the first time. Your writeup is better. :)
posted by Malor at 10:15 PM on November 28, 2005

Dude, don't you ebaum's world is like, Satan?
posted by RokkitNite at 6:19 AM on November 29, 2005

That is a very strange sentence. Goodbye.
posted by Catfry at 6:31 AM on November 29, 2005

Should we really be linking to ebaum's?
posted by delmoi at 6:56 AM on November 29, 2005

Ahem. *Don't you know*...
posted by RokkitNite at 7:38 AM on November 29, 2005

Christ, leave the site politics out of it and let users decide whether to click through. Go find something else to snark up.
posted by Ogre Lawless at 8:04 AM on November 29, 2005

This was posted already. I wouldn't, however, feel too bad about the dupe, because the filename was changed, the hosting site was changed, and the other description doesn't sound even vaguely like Christmas lights. I wouldn't have caught it either, if I hadn't seen (and admired) the video the first time. And your writeup is better. But it's still a dupe. Sorry. :(
posted by Malor at 8:42 AM on November 29, 2005

Oops!! I saved my original comment... was trying to post it last night because the site was crashing. Didn't realize it got through. Just stuck it on again this morning.

That's kinda funny... a dupe post about a dupe post. My humblest apologies.
posted by Malor at 8:47 AM on November 29, 2005

This has, in fact, been posted twice already. Still cool, though.
posted by RokkitNite at 8:52 AM on November 29, 2005

A boy lying on skins behind our back is tuning the knobs of a small transistor radio...



I carefully laid my jacket on the the chair, nearest the door and nervously checked the pocket to see that the tape recorder was still running.

The ringing excitement of eavesdropping hummed though my delicate body. A great armoured mass of darkness fish was approaching.

I had the girl, the records, and the jeweled knife, but he had the time machine.
posted by loquacious at 9:21 AM on November 29, 2005

The lights have been taken down.
posted by Iamtherealme at 5:58 PM on December 7, 2005