One end of this community is "fun things intoxicated wedding guests can do!"
The other end is "if we were all cryogenically frozen and trapped in a
space loop, what kind of four-dimensional-chess dances could we make
up in our heads to pass the time?"
It's part of what keeps me coming back. :)
On 2/26/23, K P via Contra Callers <contracallers(a)lists.sharedweight.net> wrote:
I dunno nuttin but, seems tuh me, iffen a dance needs
a PhD dissertation
for the explainin, maybe it otta be... given to Maistre Sam for
"safekeeping" in the secret library. :)
Reminds me of the dance, The Hobbit, which caught me eye but, for the life
of me, I can't understand how the end effects are, uh, effected. I
sometimes wondered if there's a secret decoder ring that, if worn,
illuminates everything.
Hey, Baby Rose... wanna dance?
:)
Ken Panton