Monday, December 08, 2003
(1:07 AM) | Anonymous:
Stop That Pigeon!
Because I have trouble knowing exactly what the heck is supposed to be capitalized, I'm going with ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME. I think this will also help identify the author of a post - Adam will be the one with proper MLA styled titles, Anthony is the one with sentence-styled titles, me, I just don't care, and capitalize all willy-nilly up in here.
A month back or so, I delivered a ton of fliers to this place called World of Wings. Apparently they are a rather large home for racing pigeons. The fliers were all for this race. It was interesting that there's this whole subculture..people everywhere across our great land are breeding pigeons by the thousands to race. Then they send them off to whatever place, like Oklahoma City, and the people at World of Wings train the pigeons for 3-4 months. Then they release them in some God-forsaken place 300 miles from the destination, and the first one home wins their "fancier" (breeder) a truck. Then all the birds are auctioned off, because the owners, who have 20,000 other birds, don't really care about that one.
It was strangely hilarious to walk in this building with thousands of caged birds, each of the birds with little identifying helmets or, in at least two cases, capes. Also, they had this huge section of "Pigeon Literature" which made me laugh in my immaturity as I pictured one of those caped pigeons sitting down with "Remembrance of Things Past". There's also a disturbing picture of some little girl suffocating a pigeon on their home page. If you can't be troubled to go to the actual site, at least check out this picture..it's good stuff, especially the caption: "Kids of all ages can love pigeons!" It nearly sounds like an offshoot of NAMBLA.
I don't know..this is pretty funny to me. I love the fact that such things as this consume some other people's lives. Someone on your street or apartment complex could probably write me with 100 things I got wrong about the sport of Pigeon Racing in the above paragraph. To some extent it's like that movie Love Liza, which features Philip Seymour Hoffman growing into the world of Gasoline huffing and Competitive Remote Control Boat racing after the suicide of his wife. Really, I guess it's really nothing like that except that both feature worlds outsiders don't normally see, and I have just huffed an entire gallon of gasoline.
Yeah, I like viewing what other people devote their lives to. I'm a perfect candidate to become some sort of voyeur. Just last night this girl, Christine, IMed me, obviously meaning to IM someone else, probably Chalkeater1 or something. I ended up talking to her for an hour as this other person, whose name I could never deduce. But I did figure out that our friends Ricky and Jon-Marc had gone to see Honey without us. I also told her to come on over because Ricky and Jon-Marc were coming over after they got their Jessica Alba fix. I thought that should all add up to a crazy situation for whoever she was actually trying to talk to.
And speaking of people devoting their lives to strange things, there's a new RAP from MC Mirrors & Tinsel out. It will soon be on garageband at The MC M&T WEBOCITY but you can catch a sneak peek here. The song is devoted to Adam's "Gay Bath House" post, even though it ended up not really dealing with much that he mentioned there, and instead dealt a lot with the pain I face living with a superfluous nipple. I'm attempting to do something along the lines of MC Paul Barman, MC Frontalot, or MC Chris eventually, however, I obviously suck a lot worse than them right now. A lot worse. All the same, it might be fun for some who have dealt with Community Shower-phobia. It is entitled "Community Shower - Community POWER".
