Astrocave

For posterity’s sake, and because I’m sure no one believes me (see previous post), here is the photographic evidence:

Yes, back when the year 2000 was the scary, scary future – i.e. before it became the innocent, carefree pre-9/11 – the good folks at the Shepparton Processing Company helped us in our disaster planning. If you’re going to head to the hills and barricade yourself in a tiny shack with only a shotgun and a handful of unabombs to protect you from the hordes of mutants that weren’t smart enough to head to the hills etc., make sure you at least have the ingredients for a good lasagne.

Actually, they had sixpacks of spaghetti too, but I thought the tomatoes were funnier. And actually actually I bought these after the big date, because then for some reason they were on special. (No, not because before Y2K I was cowering under my bed with a tinfoil hat, I don’t know why you’d think that…)

So I’m still quite new at this blogging game, and am yet to find my blog voice (or as I like to call it, “bloice”). I mean, I had grand plans to write about science, its depiction in film, etc., but instead here I am doing a post worthy of mX.

But I can’t help sharing something that occurred to me the other night watching Muppet YouTube videos in bed (ah, the infinite possibilities of wireless internet). In particular, this guy, from Mahna Mahna:

…bears a striking resemblence to this guy:

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You like the Mahna Mahna muppet (also called Mahna Mahna, apparently. And the pink things are Snowths). Whereas the other guy, well…

But, I implore you to watch another video, Sax and Violence. The way Mahna Mahna butts in and spoils Zoot’s solo? How he constantly ruins everything, with his selfish, ill-thought little party? Think about it.

And please: forgive me Charlie Parker, wherever you are.