In films of a certain era, the man of mystery has often just returned from Zimbabwe, or is on his way there (especially if he was spurned for the all-American lantern-jawed white-toothed boy from next door). It was a veritable land of intrigue and riches that fantasy Zimbabwe. I need a fantasy Zimbabwe of my own.
The word zinger has a pleasing metallic sound about it. A zinger is when you can almost hear your pithy comment cha-chinging upon impact. That clatter of a well-placed comment is as enchanting as a penny down a wishing well.
Zippy the Pinhead
The weird thing is: whenever I do a "links like this" search on julen.net, the one site that always appears in that list is the Zippy the Pinhead site (even before this entry!). I'm not sure why, but I've got five bucks on the Pinhead angle.
I have always wanted to own a zither. I'd just have it hanging on my wall. Every once in a while, at a gathering at chez J, I'd scare my guests by wandering over and rubbing the strings contemplatively. Some days I'd even move to take it down before taking mercy on my guests. If I ever actually learned to play it, however ... that theme song to The Third Man was so perfect. That whole movie was fantastic, but the zither sets the perfect tone.
Among their attendant joys, Australian zoos allow you to hold koala bears. Koalas grab onto you, digging their claws into your shoulders, and dripping stale eucalyptus drool all over. The animals are small and compact and heavy, and would like to think of you as a tree.
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