I deeply and desperately hate the word "meh" but that's all that's that's coming to mind right now. Mildly interactive performance art clogging up the comments section of a blog?
I can't say I knew him well, but in those few weeks he had affected me as profoundly as any of my oldest friends. The man bowled with the grace of an angel, the precision of of a surgeon, and the ferocity of a hippopotamus in full frenzy. At least to hear Old Chinstrap tell it, he did -- I had no taste for the sport myself, being afflicted as I was by a crippling distrust of both strange shoes and disinfecting aerosols. His was a profile in courage; he could go where I could not, and wreak bitter vengeance, night after night, against the wooden pins that had asked so much of him that fateful night. posted by lumensimus at 11:56 AM on September 21, 2008
Stephen, were he still alive, would have warned me against redundancy. "The pins," he said, "never forget an insult." I am told he would never bowl precisely the same way twice out of fear of violent reprisal. posted by lumensimus at 12:01 PM on September 21, 2008
posted by CitrusFreak12 at 11:35 AM on September 21, 2008