It's been years since I attended the Puyallup Fair, a big deal in these here parts. A big draw was the 3-D tour of Weird Al Yankovic's brain, a roller coaster with smarts and a curiously fun introduction to the basic parts of gray matter. As you'll see below, however, there were some "parts" not quite as "family friendly" as the ride itself. I can also report that though an outbreak was expected any moment, the fair was not overrun by zombies. Was I disappointed? A bit. We did amuse ourselves imagining scenarios at various locations at the fair and how we would best fight for our survival.
Nothing special here in an image that speaks for itself. What fascinates me about Ferris wheels is that they have an iconic power to represent equal parts joy and terror. Who amongst us has not imagined being stuck at the top under a baking sun, or the steady loosening of a crucial screw that fails and releases your car into the void?
The aforementioned, not-so-family-friendly Weird Al.
Diets of ordinary US citizens every year resemble more and more the tastes of central Europeans, who excel at such past-times as chocolate covered bacon. I was sorely tempted to give it a taste, but was forbidden by those who had provided transportation, on the grounds that they didn't want anyone puking in the car on the way back.
Nothing special here in an image that speaks for itself. What fascinates me about Ferris wheels is that they have an iconic power to represent equal parts joy and terror. Who amongst us has not imagined being stuck at the top under a baking sun, or the steady loosening of a crucial screw that fails and releases your car into the void?
The aforementioned, not-so-family-friendly Weird Al.
Diets of ordinary US citizens every year resemble more and more the tastes of central Europeans, who excel at such past-times as chocolate covered bacon. I was sorely tempted to give it a taste, but was forbidden by those who had provided transportation, on the grounds that they didn't want anyone puking in the car on the way back.
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I always imagine that about Ferris wheels - and most other rides. Vividly, and with NYC-honed angst. Which is why I don't go on them.
Of course, everyone knows that if you get stuck on top of a Ferris Wheel you'll end up knit into a lion skin, running around the countryside hoping no one shoots you. c.f. Madeline and the Gypsies
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