Sunday was largely dedicated to some heavy slogging in Mission Control. The electronic nerve centre of Juniorvania has a sleek new look and – it is hoped – the technical capacity to produce some music. Now if we could only manage to reduce the temperatures therein to something less than “white hot blazing heat of a thousand suns”, we might have something here.
Note the flying flat screen mounted on a bracket on the left hand side of the desk. Very fancy. Careful observers will also notice the autographed photograph (or is that photographed autograph?) of Wendel Clark, displayed in a position of prominence and power, as is only correct.
I also note the little hatch in the wall above the photo of Wendel. Is that the doorway to Wendel’s head a-la Being John Malkovich?
That is a little door to a large room in which Wendel’s additional (considerable) supply of butchiness is stored according to strict climate-controlled protocols, to be used on such occasions as may present themselves during which Wendel is required to rock the world with a giant two-handed sword.
You’ve got some serious air and music-inducing equipment in these photographs as well. Yet it’s clear that it’s thirsty work; is the Alexander Keith’s much tasty?
Does the proximity of Carey Price to the esteemed Mr Clark act as a counterbalance, or hopes that the elder’s grit and determination, not to mention possible berserker rage, may one day be transferred to the younger? (Apologies for the close scrutiny; there is much fascinating detail available for discovery).
@Mike: As for the Keith’s, those who like it – like it a lot. I am one of “those”, as my girthy middle-torso area will amply attest.
There is a bit of a war going on in the house – silent, unspoken, still cutthroat – concerning the whereabouts of Mr. Price’s inanimate wobbly doppelganger. Someone in this house, and it is alleged to have been me, but I admit nothing, has been known to place Mr. Price next to the little wooden “love, marriage and tenderness” carvings that are much beloved by womenfolk everywhere. Mr. Price is about the same height, so the placement is a natural – but Spouse disagrees quite vehemently. Her disagreement is expressed in a physical fashion, by the displacement of the object through space. It has most recently materialized in Mission Control.
I would say that Mr. Price is currently biding his time on that shelf, waiting for a suitable opportunity to re-appear among the knick-knacks, but that would be admitting too much. I’ll keep you posted.