My, that IS a nice looking diggeridoo....
Snort..
Well. He has at least one adorable friend.
Ya know, I'll pay to listen to dijj music, but living with it ...
Then again, Setanta and the dogs are having the pleasure of me practicing my finger cymbal patterns.
Oh, wow...those things are awful! No wonder this guy was looking for a place to stay!
so, have ya kids ever seen Shallow Grave?
One can get primed against certain music.. and take a while to get over that.
A diggeridoo in a meadow or one in an apartment may differ...
Many years ago a friend and I were in love with the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's, and saw it something like four or five times. (!! - inexplicable to me now, but I saw several movies several times). Each time we saw B at T, we also saw a short on Jackie Kennedy's trip through India and Pakistan.
That overdosed me on the music. (So I look with interest at Dag's openness to it).
I also had a bad night on a bad date in Mexico City at Garibaldi square with incessant Mariachi music - which I'd always liked before that.
And some of my loved music has become sort of hated... I bought one too many Wes Montgomery albums, for example.
Osso! That was my point. The instrument was meant to be played outside, the notes to carry across plains and bounce off distant rockfaces (most of that is conjecture on my part) - NOT inside anywhere anyhow.
So, I suppose you'll have to invite the neighbors in self-defense??? Still laughing..
Could the didgerridoo part be move to the town square??
I think we should play the halloween angle - it's spooky, go play outside!
Does Boston's transit system have buskers? You could suggest he apply since he's denying the public an opportunity to appreciate his immense talents
I'll bet all those stressed commuters would love it.
I'm really sorry, dag & lil'k, but honestly...I have tears running down my face from laughing so hard. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were making up this stuff! I mean, a didgeridoo in a cramped apartment?! HOOHAH!!!!!! It sounds like a bad sitcom!!!
'Scuse me while I go get another kleenex....
Tai Chi, we do! Great idea! I'll let you know what he says...... (I'm too chicken to tell him).
Eva, we are also finding things amusing. Sometimes. Once I realized Dag wasn't going to kill me, I could see the humor. It is a bad sitcome - like The Office, but it should be called The Flat. Dag thinks we should start a blog. I know she can write well enough, but I dunno if I can.
So. He got a freight shipment of stuff from Oz. He sent his bed, his desk, his dish drying rack. He sent a friggin laundry basket. From the other side of the world! Some of his things will make a full circuit around the globe when he returns to europe next year. He sent herbs! Oy. He packed shoddily and then complained that things were damaged.
I realized that the man has all the qualities of an ugly American. Well, many of them. He does know the language and he isn't exactly loud. But, he thinks everything her sucks and that anything worth having comes from somewhere else. He is rigid and doesn't try new things. Sigh.
And, eek! What was this conversation all about>
He: I need a light for beside my bed.
Me: blank stare.
He: do you have a flood light?
Me: er, no. All the lights we have are up here scattered around the apartment.
He: I don't read much in bed.
Me. Oh.
He: Do you?
Me <gulp> Not much, no.
A flood light? Does he need glasses?
(Maybe it's for shadow puppets...)
I chalk that up to cultural differences, fine. But, why did he ask about my bedtime reading habits?
He might think bedside tables with lamps come with the room... and that you should provide the lamp. Urgh...
I see "Three's Company" relived all over again. littlek is Chrissy,
dagmar is Janes and Mr. Portuguese is Jack. Have you got a Mr. & Mrs.
Roper? I loved that couple!
Oh, I am so not Chrissie! We don't have a mr and mrs roper. And he is so not Jack! I loved that show...... <I think it's Janet, not Janes).
How the hell could anyone love that show?
