Abyss takes on the classics
This is part one in a new ongoing series that takes a fresh look at some literary masterpieces.
Three men in a tub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher, the baker,
They all jumped out of a rotten potato,
‘Twas enough to make a man stare.
Umm. Okay. I guess we now have scientific proof that The Beatles were not the first to write lyrics while under the influence of LSD, eh?
Three men in a tub??? That sounds like two too many to me! How did they get in there? Who gives a shit!
Take my advice. Never stare at a man in a tub. And what bloody difference do their occupations make? Am I supposed to believe this was a work-related project? No way!
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper.
Where do I start? First of all, who goes up a bloody hill to fetch water? Hell no. You’ll find me at the bottom of the hill where the fetchin’ is a tad easier. I’ll just dip my pail into the creek thank you very much.
Secondly, why does it take two people to fetch one pail of water? I get the feeling there was something else going on here. It definitely sounds like a ruse to me.
The falling and the tumbling? Either this so-called “hill” was far too hazardous or these fools were incompetent. I suspect the latter.
Jack, like a typical man, leaves the woman behind so he can get his own injuries treated. Jill’s character is rather one-dimensional and doesn’t serve much purpose except to emphasize the importance of Jack.
We read stuff like this to our kids? No wonder we’re all messed up! This is 2011, people. We’ve got the technology. I propose we come up with some new nursery rhymes that keep it real and make more sense. Out with the old and in with the new!
Jack woke every single day,
And hauled his ass to work.
Did what he was told or they docked his pay,
He was workin’ for a jerk.
Jill was rather hot
With the item she had bought
And was returning to the store
The purchase transpired
And the warranty expired
The thing would work no more
Old Mister Hubbard
Was feeling rather bleak
Found out about his wife’s affair
By following her tweets
Can you write some updated modern-day nursery rhymes of your own?
Ants in my pants
Whew. Today was a long day of photography. We leaped out of bed like chickens on a hot plate at 4:30am. Give or take a snooze. We went to a scenic location about an hour away and a climb of about 4,000 feet in elevation. I got maybe one nice photo from the trip. My wife got a lot more.
After shooting pictures for a minute, I was heard to shout, “Wait a minute! This damn camera has tricked me into going outside the house and enjoying nature!”
But I did shoot this movie of an ant hill my wife found. Incredibly this eight seconds of footage plays back at actual speed. Wow.