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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Putting on the Ritz Cracker

Kids gotta make their own fun. They pick up all the stuff we leave lying around the house of the world, and play blocks with it as best they can. It's not up to them what kind of stuff they find to play with when they escape the playpen. Crack pipe or Rubik's Cube, they're bound to fiddle with it.

My children are a rock band in my attic. I mean that literally as well as figuratively. I have seen what other parents are subjected to when their children get old enough to make amplified noise, and it ain't pretty. My children are always delightful, and I never get tired of hearing what they play. I guess that means we left the right stuff on the living room floor. Yay us.

8 comments:

Sam L. said...

You and Mrs. Sippi done good!

If'n ya let them do what the Correspondents do, I may have to not watch while listening.

chasmatic said...

There are not many people alive that know who Busby Berkeley was.

Sam L. said...

I be one who knows, chas.

chasmatic said...

Kinda figgered that, Sam.

Sam L. said...

I like his old musicals. I'd like his new ones, if there were any, because dancing zombies would likely reignite the all-music-all-dancing movies.

Larry Geiger said...

I like the tune. It's kind of snappy. The video, however, makes me dizzy. Oh, maybe that's the purpose of the whole thing?

Larry Geiger said...

I like the tune. It's kind of snappy. The video, however, makes me dizzy. Oh, maybe that's the purpose of the whole thing?

Gringo said...

Very good video.