Sail, this is the Wonder Wheel - at the time, at least, it was the world's largest ferris wheel.
It took me years to forgive my brother. They got us down sometime after midnight.
No. You're missing the point. The design of the thing is functional. The plan is not to shoot you. The plan is to get the girl. If there's no girl, then the plan, well, is like the room.
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deborah grabien - Jan 05, 2005 2:54:57 pm PST #9266 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Connie Neil - Jan 05, 2005 3:00:50 pm PST #9267 of 10001
brillig
Right, I'll not be sharing roller coaster rides with deb anytime soon. I like the wooden coasters. The ones that rattle.
SailAweigh - Jan 05, 2005 3:01:40 pm PST #9268 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Nope, mine wasn't even remotely ferris wheel like. It had cars that spun at a 90 degree angle to the plane of motion. It had a "steering wheel" that allowed you to turn it (if your arms were long enough to hold onto it, you weren't sliding out frum under the bar and you weren't a 60 pound weakling) either direction. A blast with two teenagers who could muscle the wheel around. NSM with just me.
deborah grabien - Jan 05, 2005 3:07:17 pm PST #9269 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
We had no control over it. None, nada, zip, zilch. I hate rides with a stone solid passion, but that was the first time I remember going on a ride, and you have to admit, as a stellar way to turn someone off the idea for the rest of their fucking life, a five hour-plus power outage under those circs takes the cake.
No coasters. No ferris wheels. If I want to go on a ride, I climb into Ripper, or saddle a horse.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Hil R. - Jan 05, 2005 4:20:52 pm PST #9270 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
connie, I tried to send you some comments on that story a few days ago, but I got an "unable to deliver due to being unable to connect to destination mail server" error.
Anne W. - Jan 05, 2005 4:27:41 pm PST #9271 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Deb, I sent comments back to you the other day.
Pix - Jan 05, 2005 4:56:05 pm PST #9272 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Wow.
Just read the essay about Gram to my mom to make sure it was okay to publish. When I finished, she smiled and said, "I think you just wrote her eulogy. It's perfect."
I may stop crying over here, eventually.
Karl - Jan 05, 2005 5:47:42 pm PST #9273 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Um...these are the kids who did the cover of "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You" on the Lilo & Stitch DVD, yes?
The very same, yes.
dcp - Jan 05, 2005 6:33:55 pm PST #9274 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Aw, rats. I thought I had a good drabble going about an upside down card in a Rorschach test, and then I realized it was just an old joke resurfacing. It came from either Catch-22 or The Right Stuff (or maybe both), but I don't have either one handy to look it up.
Connie Neil - Jan 05, 2005 6:37:37 pm PST #9275 of 10001
brillig
connie, I tried to send you some comments on that story a few days ago, but I got an "unable to deliver due to being unable to connect to destination mail server" error.
Huh. Want to try again? A couple of emails that should have come through from LJ didn't work. Or if you want to post them here and confuse everyone else, I don't mind.