mel jacobson on sun 25 sep 05
>
>Mel,
>I sent the following message in yesterday but didn't see it posted.
>I thought it was funny and might give some a chuckle.
>Post it if you see fit.
>Best regards from Western WA
>Gayle Bair
>Bainbridge Island, WA
>Tucson, AZ
>http://claybair.com
>
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>From: claybair [mailto:gayle@claybair.com]
>Sent: Friday, September 23, 2005 6:04 PM
>To: Clayart
>Subject: Mug shot .... to the moon Alice
>
>
>Yesterday I was experimenting with taking photos of my mugs.
>It was sunny and I wanted to make a photo box using the sun.
>So I took a white 5 gallon pail. Set it on it's side on top of shelving.
>I taped some paper inside it and used a small piece of hardibacker
>to set the pieces on. Are you following me???
>After much experimentation with paper I had a bright idea to use
>some of my white Formica. I broke off a piece that was cracking.
>I bent the Formica to conform to the inside of the pail. Still following???
>Can you figure what happened next???
>The Formica decided it didn't like conforming to the inside of the pail
>straightened out and catapulted the mug halfway across the room.
>You know when you see things in slow motion and can't do anything about
>it...
>yup.... that was me. "Ohhhhhh Ssssshhhhhheeeeeetttttt!"
>It hit the cement floor broke into several pieces............
>So I checked the to see how even the walls were..... not bad... not bad at
>all.
>Are you laughing yet???
>
>Gayle Bair - now if you really want to see a work of art you should see how
>I
>duct taped my daughter's fender and headlight this week after a Huge Toyota
>backed into her.
>Bainbridge Island, WA
>Tucson, AZ
>http://claybair.com
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Stephani Stephenson on sun 25 sep 05
Gayle
I am laughing at loud at the very image of your "to the moon" mug
shot.
I mean, I don't think you could have RIGGED such an effective mug
launcher if you had tried.
This will keep you, and all of us laughing for a long time!
this is good timing for a laugh, after the sadness of these past few
weeks
and, though it doesn't seem so important, I am also taping my car,
as you are, ( at least temporarily)
after my SMALL Toyota after was rear ended by a
brand new Range Rover,,,,
If I may add to the circle of 'to the moon' stories you have so
mirthfully started...
this is is a "to the moon , mel" story
or maybe it is in the genre, 'saved by the boobs'
At Hay Creek one year ,
the kiln was unloaded at nightfall.
everyone clustered around the table next to the kiln.
Oohing and ahhing at pieces which had been recently pulled from the
kiln.
A porch light and maybe a flashlight or two provided the only
illumination for viewing the pots.
mel found and held up a bowl of his to examine.
It was just about the nicest one he had discovered so far.
we were all kind of leaning in toward the table to see.
he was holding it up a bit and turning it
Suddenly, and I am not sure exactly what happened...
maybe someone bumped his elbow or maybe he just kind of, well,
spazzed or jerked or something .
but suddenly the bowl launched out from his hands!
actually it shot out at a rather high rate of speed, curving in an arc
up and over the table.
It all happened very fast but it seemed like it happened in slow motion
I, standing at the opposite end of the table , sensed the bowl
flying toward me.
I had no time to think and no time to raise my hands to catch it.
Maybe my hands were in my pockets, I dunno,
Actually I think my chest honed in on that bowl ,
rose up and reached out toward that bowl,
deflecting it in a weirdly latent, instinctual sort of soccer move.
but the bowl did hit me square in the chest
Then my body,( acting completely on it's own and without any
instructions from me)
embarked upon a weird sequence of semi-jerky slow motion maneuvers
trying to lessen the angle of reentry as the bowl reentered the
atmosphere
trying to corral and direct it's downward trajectory,
In the mean time, Bill Burgert had also launched himself into action,
under the influence of the same primal instinct known as
"MUST....SAVE....MEL'S....BOWL" .
Bill must have played baseball or football at one time in his life
because he had launched himself forward, with arms outstretched
a perfect head first base slide, or one of those sailing forward
outstretched football receptions.. as he tried to catch that bowl.
By now , the bowl was rolling and bouncing down my body.
I was simultaneously turning, leaning back, standing on one leg and
stretching the other leg out as far as I could, at a 45 degree angle.
When Bill's face came into view, it came into view at about the same
altitude as my outstretched foot,
My foot was thankfully still attached to the end of my outstretched
leg
and thankfully , not making contact with Bill's face.
As Bill sailed by, in slow motion, in his own low altitude descent,
the bowl rolled down my leg and off the end of my foot.
It dropped ,
a few inches onto the concrete floor
with a fairly anticlimactic 'clunk'!
unbroken
I'm not sure exactly how long this took
I remember hearing a far off and distant crescendo of "oh! eee!
aggh!ugh!ohh!"
from the group
I can't remember if Bill handed the bowl back to mel or if I did
I do remember the look on mel's face
and I do remember dissolving into
'laughing so hard we were crying'
mel gave me the bowl.
It still works.
Stephani Stephenson
steph@revivaltileworks.com
http://www.revivaltileworks.com
Gene & Dolita Dohrman on sun 25 sep 05
Stephani, I began the day laughing so hard because of Gayle's post this
morning. Now I am ending the day the same way because of your post. How
wonderful is that! Oh that someone had a video camera to record the facial
expressions, not to mention your gyrations!
Thank you for sharing.
Dolita
> If I may add to the circle of 'to the moon' stories you have so
> mirthfully started...
> this is is a "to the moon , mel" story
> or maybe it is in the genre, 'saved by the boobs'
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claybair on sun 25 sep 05
Stephanie....
What a fabulous story.
It sounds like it were like a screenplay script for
another Mel ....... Mel Brooks!
The envelope please...........
You are the winner and get the Oscar
or Mel's bowl as it may be!!
Gayle Bair - BTW yesterday after the farmers market
Ellie and John drove to Lacey WA picked up a headlight and bumper
for our 1985 Toyota. They came home and replaced the parts.
I knew my daughter would reap the benefits of taking shop in Jr HS.
They did a great job and saved big $$$. Still a dent in the fender
Ellie says she is going to order it. The new(old) bumper looks
better than the one we had! I love it...... my dad would be proud!
and replaced
Bainbridge Island, WA
Tucson, AZ
http://claybair.com
-----Original Message-----
From: Stephani Stephenson
Gayle
I am laughing at loud at the very image of your "to the moon" mug
shot.
snip>
If I may add to the circle of 'to the moon' stories you have so
mirthfully started...
this is is a "to the moon , mel" story
or maybe it is in the genre, 'saved by the boobs'
At Hay Creek one year ,
the kiln was unloaded at nightfall.
snip>
Suddenly, and I am not sure exactly what happened...
maybe someone bumped his elbow or maybe he just kind of, well,
spazzed or jerked or something .
but suddenly the bowl launched out from his hands!
actually it shot out at a rather high rate of speed, curving in an arc
up and over the table.
It all happened very fast but it seemed like it happened in slow motion
I, standing at the opposite end of the table , sensed the bowl
flying toward me.
snip>
Actually I think my chest honed in on that bowl ,
rose up and reached out toward that bowl,
deflecting it in a weirdly latent, instinctual sort of soccer move.
but the bowl did hit me square in the chest
snip>
In the mean time, Bill Burgert had also launched himself into action,
under the influence of the same primal instinct known as
"MUST....SAVE....MEL'S....BOWL" .
snip<>
As Bill sailed by, in slow motion, in his own low altitude descent,
the bowl rolled down my leg and off the end of my foot.
It dropped ,
a few inches onto the concrete floor
with a fairly anticlimactic 'clunk'!
unbroken
I'm not sure exactly how long this took
I remember hearing a far off and distant crescendo of "oh! eee!
aggh!ugh!ohh!"
from the group
I can't remember if Bill handed the bowl back to mel or if I did
I do remember the look on mel's face
and I do remember dissolving into
'laughing so hard we were crying'
mel gave me the bowl.
It still works.
Stephani Stephenson
steph@revivaltileworks.com
http://www.revivaltileworks.com
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