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Posted by =?ISO-8859-1?Q?Se=F1or_Popcorn on July 31, 2007, 5:47 pm
Don wrote:
>> Don wrote:
>>>>
>>>>>> ++ wrote:
>>>>>>> Construction manual (inSpanish) :
>>>>>>> http://www.bamboonursery.com/pdf_newsetup/h_11.pdf
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Eiffel Tower in bamboo, Indonesia, 1890:
>>>>>>> http://www.bamboonursery.com/construction.htm#
>>>>>> I'm a fan of bamboo, such as for flooring for example.
>>>>>> It also grows fast.
>>>>> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>>>>>
>>>>> Well that part is good.
>>>>> If you have alot of people over and they wear it out you can just go
>>>>> out in the backyard and chop down some more and replace the worn out
>>>>> stuff.
>>>>>
>>>> It has a tensile strength similar to that of steel, IIRC...
>>>>
>>>> Expensive as bleep, tho', if you want to plant it in your yard =>:-p
>>>> Which
>>>> I can't figrue out, since it's a grass (member of the family Poaceae)
>>>> and
>>>> can be propagated by dividing up clunps and planting them...
>>> Well then, just find some growing wild and go grab a couple shocks and
>>> transplant it.
>> On the way to our university in China, part of the highway was closed for
>> repairs and so we had to detour, and then the driver got lost.
>> We took all these weird side "roads" and saw all kinds of funky sights to
>> make me feel like I was cast within a frame right out of National
>> Geographic... At one point, I turned to one of my American colleagues in
>> the van and said almost exactly that...
>>
>> Anyway, we passed an entire forest of Bamboo.....
>
> ....and suddenly the scene changes and its a spot right out of Discovery
> Channel does Twilight Zone does Force 10 from Navaronne.
> The bus lurches and the driver yells, "HIT THE DECK!", and the bamboo forest
> opens up into a clip from Apocolypse Now.
> Machine gun fire and exposions are everywhere simultaneously, the air is
> filled with guttaral screams.
> Rapier wielding ninja's repel from the highest reaches of the bamboo on
> spider web lines and the sky is littered with jagged flaming stars of
> instant death.
> Slicing paths of death and doom the ninjas make their way from one end of
> the bus to the other, heads are severed, filleted and skewered all in one
> sweep
> Kee-Yaaaaaa! Hi-Yah, Hi-yahhhhh......
> Richard and his friend assumed the profile of stealth boa's and slithered
> from the rear of the coach.
> Hitting the ground their feets were those of millipedes, all over the place
> at once, heading toward the light in the distance.
> Ka-THUNK!, Pa-Thwippp...cheeta-cheeta-cheeta.......
> All sorts of unimaginable mahem swarmed about them as they found themselves
> surrounded by shadows swathed in muslin claddings.
> Richard and friend looked at each other with stark terror on their faces and
> ......
>
> " CUT "!!!!!
>
> "I said CUT, godammit!"
> The director spat his smoldering cigar butt at the littered bodies lying
> about and strode toward Richard, seething.
> "What in the name of MF hell do you think you're doing"?
>
> "What do you mean"?, Richard asked innocently.
>
> The director got right up in Richards mug and screamed, "I'm gonna put my
> boot so far up your ass your breath is gonna smell like Kiwi"!!!!!
>
> The gurgling coffee maker was the first clue, then the smell.
> Oh, that luscious smell.
> Mmmmm......
> Maxwell House first thing in the morn.
> Richard swings his skinny, freckled, pock marked, track festering legs over
> the edge of the bed and sits up and runs his fingers through his ruffled,
> greasy mange.
> As consciousness envelopes him once again he becomes aware that the director
> was just a distant memory of a figment of his nocturnal imagination, but the
> synapse was fleeting.
> Like a wisp of smoke, by the time Richard poured the first cup, it was gone.
> Only later, as he rollerbladed to some unknown destination and passed a
> smiling pedestrian of east asian persuasion did a fractured remnant of that
> tortured existence return, but only briefly.......... <tink!>
Hey, cool, Don! Thanks for the entertainment... You were a real extra
actor, though:
(script edit)
"...Only later, as he rollerbladed to a local internet cafe to check his
email and alt.architecture and respond to one of Don's posts, and passed
many a smiling and gawking pedestrian of east asian persuasion did a
fractured remnant of that tortured existence return, but only briefly.
<tink!>"
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