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30 August 2012 @ 11:48 pm
The joys of my perpetual childhood  
The annual Grange Fair rolled around last week. It's no ordinary rural gathering of livestock, crafts, and any food that will maintain its constitution in a deep fryer. It's a settlement - literally. Families pass down their tents for generations, and every year is a reunion as neighbors watch each others' kids grow up to take on the tradition themselves. Pittsburgh transplant that I am, I don't exactly have a stake in these long-term local fuzzies.

But I sure as hell love the bungie trampoline.

Length of line: half an hour. Price of admission: $6. Time permitted: a good five minutes, which is plenty - I got loopy and had to pace myself. Best fair ride ever? My audible WHOOOO! says it all.



Back in the tail end of elementary school, my cousin and I used to watch wrestling. He was all about the Ultimate Warrior. For whatever reason, I had a crush on this guy.



So what if he was Bad, whatever that meant in the utterly serious world of 1990 kayfabe. DAT MULLET!

(In other words - I was 11. Shut up.)

I caught a match some years back when our cable was out and I had nothing else to watch. Oh, the hilarity. Betrayal commented about ad nauseam for those who managed to miss the other 409812 expressions of shock that Rhyno just came out of nowhere and gored Kurt Angle! Breaking out of pins at the last microsecond! Apparent exhaustion followed by inexplicable bursts of strength! Chants of USA for two guys from the same country! Botching the big bang signature move, followed by hard-fought victory!



I was recently directed to this over a friend's amusement at some random Japanese wrestler who could have been Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan's long lost angry cousin. And there went that glee again. The stage mannerisms are more animated, more scrappy, more cartoonish. The moves are sold awkwardly at times, which somehow makes it even more amusing. Too bad for the language barrier. I'll just have to tolerate the pain of never knowing the deep and nuanced reason why Abbad got whacked with a crutch.

 
 
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sissyhiyahsissyhiyah on August 31st, 2012 01:44 pm (UTC)
I hate fairs, but oh my GOD, that looks fun! They have that at the ren faire, but the line is always SO long and I'm always SO drunk that I've not tried it yet.

This may be that year.

Also, I could only see it on certain flips, but your hair is banging. How long is it now?
The Heavy Metal Matador: South Park - Happyrydain on August 31st, 2012 07:44 pm (UTC)
Go for it! The line is so worth it, and hopefully you'll be surrounded by conversation partners rather than a lot of unfamiliar kids. I would save the alcohol for after the ride. I have a reasonable tolerance for crazy motion, and I still felt a bit loopy afterward until I got some fresh squeezed lemonade.

Thank you! I'm maintaining at mid-butt length, which is just before it starts to taper too much for my tastes. It's also easy to get out of the way with a simple braid or ponytail.
Skurtchasor: YulBrynnerskurtchasor on August 31st, 2012 07:23 pm (UTC)
Obviously because Abbad was mocking the fact that Hideo Saito couldn't pronounce "The Squared Circle" because he was native Japanese (try it at home, kids!), ooooooooooh yeeeeeahhhhh!
The Heavy Metal Matador: Vault Boy Crankyfacerydain on August 31st, 2012 07:39 pm (UTC)
Perhaps he was preemptively mocking his current alter ego, Captain New Japan.



I now know how Beavis and Butt-head felt in figure drawing class when the hairy dude dropped his towel.
Skurtchasor: YulBrynnerskurtchasor on September 1st, 2012 05:13 pm (UTC)
Now I haven't watched pro wrestling in well over a decade, but I'm fairly certain that a brightly painted trashcan lid Shield of Justice counts as a foreign object. Obviously, the ref didn't see it.