I do all my own stunts
... random thoughts
fri 2004-sep-24 01:00:47 pdt
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So last week I went to the DNA
Lounge, my favorite nightclub. Not that I go clubbing enough to
have a favorite club, mind you, but jwz (the geek who owns it) is awesome.
And I like the geek crowd that it attracts.
Anyway, so the last couple times I've gone dancing at the DNA, I've
worn one of my usual purple and yellow outfits, but the trouble is
that once I get to the club, I don't actually look interesting because
it's mostly just dark, and so my colorfulness is not particularly
visible. So I figured what I really need is a good clubbing t-shirt
(or two). Basically my theory for what would qualify as a clubbing
t-shirt was anything that would fluoresce under blacklight... Perhaps
a black t-shirt with white text saying something pithy and clever.
As it happens, a few weeks ago I saw these two t-shirts at Target: "I
do all my own stunts" with a stick figure falling down, and "Keep
staring, I might do a trick", both in white text on black. Now, both
of these I'd seen before -- at juggling festivals. And both of them
I'd thought maybe were meant to be juggling shirts ... until I saw
them at Target, and then I understood: the meaning intended by whoever
created these shirts was rather different from the meaning it bore on
the chest of a juggler at a juggling festival.
Specifically, "Keep staring, I might do a trick" is meant to be worn
by someone with freaky hair, say, such that people are already staring
at them a lot, and so they make fun of those staring people by wearing
this shirt. Though I guess "I do all my own stunts" isn't really all
that different when worn by a juggler, except that, well, they do in
fact in some sense perform stunts. But I digress.
So anyway, the point is, I'd seen these shirts at Target, and then
realized I wanted to get "I do all my own stunts" to wear to the DNA.
So, um, I went to Target and bought it. Yup. Okay, there's no
punchline. Maybe the digression was really the point here, not this
paragraph. Move along.
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