Ahh, the halcyon days of my childhood and the always-entertaining seasonal combination of indoor fireworks and ceiling-strung paperchains!
If there wasn't some Christmas-themed fire scenario in our house then we could always guarantee getting gassed by the toxic smoke the fireworks produced when lit in enclosed spaces :-)
Back in the early sixties, we 11 yr. olds would trot down to Jensens Gun and Ammo shop, where they had no problem with selling us tuns of black (gun) powder. We made our own fireworks which went ok till we burned down most of the empty lot down the street. Ah, the good ole days.
I remember when I was building and firing model rockets that we could get our hands on black powder too but preferred to play around with those packaged rocket engines. More reliable and a bigger bang. Black powder was considered wimpy when it didn't propel our Luke Skywalker speeder along the wire fast enough.
We really did live in a much funner time didn't we? Parents still cared but they gave you every opportunity to blow your own thumb off because that would 'learn ya'.
I know how this one ends...as a kid my older brother was lighting crackers then pinching off the wick as it burned down...I thought I'd do it as well. But got it wrong, jumped up to throw the large cracker out the door but it went off in my hand. Lucky not to lose a finger or two but my parents stormed into the room and gave me such a wooping.. My ass was sore for a week. Dont use indoor fireworks kids...they give you a sore ass.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
6 comments:
Indoor fireworks, is there no evil those creepy clowns won't think of?!
Oh boy...
Ahh, the halcyon days of my childhood and the always-entertaining seasonal combination of indoor fireworks and ceiling-strung paperchains!
If there wasn't some Christmas-themed fire scenario in our house then we could always guarantee getting gassed by the toxic smoke the fireworks produced when lit in enclosed spaces :-)
Oh, for the '70s again!
Back in the early sixties, we 11 yr. olds would trot down to Jensens Gun and Ammo shop, where they had no problem with selling us tuns of black (gun) powder. We made our own fireworks which went ok till we burned down most of the empty lot down the street. Ah, the good ole days.
I remember when I was building and firing model rockets that we could get our hands on black powder too but preferred to play around with those packaged rocket engines. More reliable and a bigger bang. Black powder was considered wimpy when it didn't propel our Luke Skywalker speeder along the wire fast enough.
We really did live in a much funner time didn't we? Parents still cared but they gave you every opportunity to blow your own thumb off because that would 'learn ya'.
I know how this one ends...as a kid my older brother was lighting crackers then pinching off the wick as it burned down...I thought I'd do it as well. But got it wrong, jumped up to throw the large cracker out the door but it went off in my hand. Lucky not to lose a finger or two but my parents stormed into the room and gave me such a wooping.. My ass was sore for a week.
Dont use indoor fireworks kids...they give you a sore ass.
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