Gods and Xylophones
May. 20th, 2004 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraGot my xylophone yesterday finally. Played it for ages in the basement until my hands started to hurt from the shock traveling from the bars up my mallets and then stood there for a while just admiring it. I am in love.
Except this one isn't really mine - it's just a picture I found online of the same brand and make. Pictures of mine will be up as soon as I find my digital camera.
And something that almost killed me through its pure hilarity:
My brother, who is 6'1" tall, weighs all of 135 pounds, and runs cross-country in the non-center-fielding season, came in the front door with a grin on his face today. "Guess what Dylan said?" he asked me as he set down his baseball gear. "Coach said something about me."
"Oh?" I hazarded, knowing what his coaches have a tendency to say, and knowing that it would probably verge on stupidity incarnate.
"Coach said I played like a god."
Oh, dear. I sat down on the floor in the front hallway and laughed until I cried, and then leaned against the bannister of the stairs for a good two minutes until I could breathe. "A god?" I said, barely managing to keep from laughing again. "You strike out on three straight missed bunts, you don't even contact the ball for an entire game, every time you're running after the ball in center field it's this breathless Will he make it? Will he make it? and your coach says you play like a god?"
He grinned, smacked at me halfheartedly, and said, "That's more or less what I told Dylan. After I picked my jaw back up."
That sent me into another fit of hysterics. Now every time someone says "Oh my God" or something that involves the mention of a deity, I crack up hopelessly. I can only hope that Lil Bro is not collecting intelligence on my own failures as catcher for the softball team - as screwups go, I've had quite a few I'd rather not mention.
But still, a god?
Except this one isn't really mine - it's just a picture I found online of the same brand and make. Pictures of mine will be up as soon as I find my digital camera.
And something that almost killed me through its pure hilarity:
My brother, who is 6'1" tall, weighs all of 135 pounds, and runs cross-country in the non-center-fielding season, came in the front door with a grin on his face today. "Guess what Dylan said?" he asked me as he set down his baseball gear. "Coach said something about me."
"Oh?" I hazarded, knowing what his coaches have a tendency to say, and knowing that it would probably verge on stupidity incarnate.
"Coach said I played like a god."
Oh, dear. I sat down on the floor in the front hallway and laughed until I cried, and then leaned against the bannister of the stairs for a good two minutes until I could breathe. "A god?" I said, barely managing to keep from laughing again. "You strike out on three straight missed bunts, you don't even contact the ball for an entire game, every time you're running after the ball in center field it's this breathless Will he make it? Will he make it? and your coach says you play like a god?"
He grinned, smacked at me halfheartedly, and said, "That's more or less what I told Dylan. After I picked my jaw back up."
That sent me into another fit of hysterics. Now every time someone says "Oh my God" or something that involves the mention of a deity, I crack up hopelessly. I can only hope that Lil Bro is not collecting intelligence on my own failures as catcher for the softball team - as screwups go, I've had quite a few I'd rather not mention.
But still, a god?
