Modesty is a cloak in itself for gigantic, overweaning egotism. Blip. I used to have that game. I really loved it. You got to a point where you actually couldn't lose, but in a way, it was the meditative simplicity of it that mattered more than the winning. Was it called Blip or was it Pong, but with an advert that went 'blip blip blip blip blip blip blip blip... blip blip'? Other ads I remember from my two years living in the US in the seventies: Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids. Weekends were made for Miller time. Well, my broker is E.F. Hutton and E.F. Hutton says.... [entire crowded room turns towards the speaker] When E.F. Hutton talks, people listen.
ah, blip was the oft-mentioned word this holiday, my sister-in-law has 16 month old twins, watching them was a bit like playing the ancient Pong game...blp, blip..I switch between thinking of your moniker as Bee El Pee or blip..today blip seems to suit you. sure you have skirted the hem of the great cloak of greatness, don't be modest. ;-)
What do you mean by calling me 'blip'? Greatness? Troublesome? I wouldn't know. I've never achieved it, wasn't born it and have never had it thrust upon me.
greatness is troublesome, isn't it blip?
Happy new year to you too. Things have changed around here. Looking good.
Happy New Year!
I bet you are right, Nancy was a huge Sylvia Plath devotee! It always appeared to be an interesting household. Her boyfriend Ned was a bit of a square though. I think her athletic girl chums were a bit more interesting.
Can't argue with that, kid. I see them much more as Robert Frost reading types, don't you? With, maybe, one of them nurturing a secret predilection for C.P. Cavafy. Nancy Drew though; I bet she was obsessed with Plath.
Sport, (y was too much) you have got me thinking of the Hardy Boys now, I loved their boat, but they never read Sylvia Plath or rode a Vespa.
Yeah, Sporty sort of fits that style too. Short-sleeved checked shirts. Slacks. Loafers. 'I got the new Sylvia Plath book, Kid. Gee it's swell.'
