The Sibling Below Me...

[Pachyderm]

Yep. Particularly fond of the electric needles into the brain one.    Connect wirelessly to cage with rat, trained to press button for food....

I will confess, trying to paint the hall wasn't my greatest idea. Nor was  shaving with the open razor. Still, it'll grow back eventually.

The sibling below me  has a tea towel fetish.

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

Well, no, but my mother does.

The Sibling below me gets headaches from having too much hair.

[Aphos]

Not any more, as my picture will attest.

The sibling below me at one time worked as a telephone sanitizer.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Yes, I was trying to improve British Telecom.

But, alas, I missed the bus, the day they shipped off all the telephone sanitizers into space....

The sibling below me is ALSO a fan of Douglas Adams' writings (from whence I copped the above.  Except for the British Telecom bit, that one's from Monty Python sketch in the Meaning of Life.  The Live Organ Transplant sketch...)

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I couldn't recall which essay collection I'd read it in, either.  But, the magic of Google yealds:

The essay was actually titled "Knock Plastic", and I found it referenced here

Knock Plastic!
    Subject: popular fallacies
    First Published In: Nov-67, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction
    Collection(s):

        * 1968 Science, Numbers, and I
        * 1989 Asimov on Science
        * 1996 Magic 

[Pachyderm]

Yes, indeedy.

There is a theory that if anyone finds out what the Universe is for, it will instantly be replaced with something even more bizarrely inexplicable.

There is another theory, which states that this has already happened...


TSBM is aware of the exchange rate for one ship's peanut.

[Aphos]

The current exchange rate is one cashew for three peanuts.

The sibling below me knows the Krispy Kreme secret ingredient.

[Sibling Chatty]

Plastic. "Edible plastic".

ICK.


The Sibling below me is looking for Dustin Hoffman's reaction to the above. (Name that movie time!)

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

I'm looking, but I haven't found it.  Not a fan of Hoffman, actually, so I probabily haven't actually seen the movie in question....

As for Crispy Creme's I heard from a Reliable Source that the secret ingredient was mayonnaise.  The _real_ sort, not that miracle whip imitation.   But, I highly discount that.  I, personally think that it's plain old Lard.  The pork kind, of course...

The sibling below me, having just eaten one of the [in]famous Fat Bombs, has now choked on it for reading both my and Chatty's posts.... 

[Aphos]

Gag.   


The sibling below me knows the time.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Why, certainly.  It's....let's see....12:52:15, no 12:52:16, no 12:52:18, no.... oh!

The sibling below me would never have been caught by that trap.

[Aphos]

Certainly not.  The time is now.


The sibling below me wishes the time was then.

[pieces o nine]

Don't tempt me to succumb to incipient fogie-hood...



The sibling below me never yells, "Hey! You kids! Get off of my cloud!"

[Aphos]

You are correct.  I do not own a cloud, only a little patch of fog.

The sibling below me wants to join the LCDA*.


*Lemming Cliff Diving Association

[Opsa]

Only if we get to have little plastic parachutes. The future is in plastics, you know. 

The Sibling below me used to have a little plastic parachute guy and possibly lit him on fire for dramatic effect.

[Aphos]

No, but I did have model rockets, and sometimes the parachutes would catch on fire.

The sibling below me wishes he had his own rocket.