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The Sysmidgets believe in something


Advertising. This evening, being avowed lovers of kitchen utensils, the Sysmidgets and I took in a performance by Jim Cruise, "The Spoon Man" at our local public library.

The Spoon Man claims that he is a college graduate, married, and able to support a family of five with his shows. This blows my mind. I have been trying ENTIRELY too hard. At the midpoint of the epic 45-minute performance, The Spoon Man let all of the kids know about his training videos and "training spoons" that he had available for sale. Of course. The free show just gets you into the drawer. Gateway cutlery. Sysmidget "G" became obsessed with buying a $10 "training spoon" set. We declined, even in the face of some world-class pouting. We pointed out that we did, in fact, already have spoons at home.

When we got home, he spent fifteen minutes being pissed off. Then he spent five minutes taping a few spoons together. He wrapped the handles in construction paper (to match the branding of the Spoon Man, his new father figure). And lo. Behold, too. He was perfectly happy playing with our faux-training spoons.

Of course, he might never make it to the majors without pro equipment. But all he really wanted was a dream of his own.
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10:21 AM

How did you know "Spoon Man" would be at the library in the first place?

Advertising?

You do the devil's work.    



10:23 AM

think the kids were into "spooning"? just wait til the Rubberband Man comes to town and starts to jam    



2:44 PM

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman
Speak the rhythm on your own
Speak the rhythm all alone, spoonman

Spoonman, come together with your hands
Save me, I’m together with your plan
Save me

All my friends are indians
All my friends are brown and red, spoonman
All my friends are skeletons
They beat the rhythm with their bones,
Spoonman

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman

Thank you, good night people

Music: chris cornell;
lyrics: chris cornell    



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