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cathexys!!
It's been a while for me before I updated. I went home for Thanksgiving, which was nice. I always find it really cool talking to people in my family about different periods in their life. Like...when you're a kid you only know your parents as parents and it's hard to imagine them having a life beyond that (I remember writing about this once with regards to HP and how this sort of thing made for a good mystery for kids). Anyway, on Thanksgiving FatherMagpie told some stories about when he used to work at Playland. My sister worked there too in high school. I think we were talking about it because a few months ago a kid died there--naturally we all start thinking about the deadlier rides: was it the Dragoncoaster? The Monster Mouse? No, it was...Ye Olde Mill? That's a baby ride! How could you get killed on that? Well, you can if your mom sends you in alone and you climb out of the boat and get caught under something and drown.
Anyway, so here's FatherMagpie talking about his days at Playland, where he used to guess weights. This was just so bizarre to me. I knew he did this, I guess during the summers when he was in college, but it's a whole different thing to hear the word "carny talk" coming out of my Dad's mouth, explaining to me that a "tip" was (a crowd) and what to call when something bad was gong down, things like that. And he's saying how to draw a crowd--err, tip--he would just yell weird thing. I said, "Like what?" not being able to picture him doing this. He said, "Stuff like, "Hey, lookit the ears on that guy!" The guy who ran the thing taught him to deal with wiseguys (if they get on the scale without paying, push 'em off!) and people who asked him how much he was able to steal (in carny lingo--I forget that phrase) out of the cashbox (he was told to just wink). So now I have all these visions of FatherMagpie, 40s/50s Carnival Barker. He also mentioned one time he almost had to run an elevator for Gloria Swanson, but refused because he wasn't allowed to talk or look at her.
Also, took my first Pilates class Saturday and it was pretty good. Did not hurt myself--go me. A lot of this stuff I did with one ballet teacher I had. I felt all superior when the teacher is telling us to imagine we have a cup of hot chocolate on one hip to keep it from moving, because my old teacher used to actually put a glass of water there.
Oh yeah, and I started taking this 'net class on Dark Goddesses that is really fun because I'm a big Pagan Geek. Will hopefully get caught up on flist soon.
cathexys!!It's been a while for me before I updated. I went home for Thanksgiving, which was nice. I always find it really cool talking to people in my family about different periods in their life. Like...when you're a kid you only know your parents as parents and it's hard to imagine them having a life beyond that (I remember writing about this once with regards to HP and how this sort of thing made for a good mystery for kids). Anyway, on Thanksgiving FatherMagpie told some stories about when he used to work at Playland. My sister worked there too in high school. I think we were talking about it because a few months ago a kid died there--naturally we all start thinking about the deadlier rides: was it the Dragoncoaster? The Monster Mouse? No, it was...Ye Olde Mill? That's a baby ride! How could you get killed on that? Well, you can if your mom sends you in alone and you climb out of the boat and get caught under something and drown.
Anyway, so here's FatherMagpie talking about his days at Playland, where he used to guess weights. This was just so bizarre to me. I knew he did this, I guess during the summers when he was in college, but it's a whole different thing to hear the word "carny talk" coming out of my Dad's mouth, explaining to me that a "tip" was (a crowd) and what to call when something bad was gong down, things like that. And he's saying how to draw a crowd--err, tip--he would just yell weird thing. I said, "Like what?" not being able to picture him doing this. He said, "Stuff like, "Hey, lookit the ears on that guy!" The guy who ran the thing taught him to deal with wiseguys (if they get on the scale without paying, push 'em off!) and people who asked him how much he was able to steal (in carny lingo--I forget that phrase) out of the cashbox (he was told to just wink). So now I have all these visions of FatherMagpie, 40s/50s Carnival Barker. He also mentioned one time he almost had to run an elevator for Gloria Swanson, but refused because he wasn't allowed to talk or look at her.
Also, took my first Pilates class Saturday and it was pretty good. Did not hurt myself--go me. A lot of this stuff I did with one ballet teacher I had. I felt all superior when the teacher is telling us to imagine we have a cup of hot chocolate on one hip to keep it from moving, because my old teacher used to actually put a glass of water there.
Oh yeah, and I started taking this 'net class on Dark Goddesses that is really fun because I'm a big Pagan Geek. Will hopefully get caught up on flist soon.
