The Fez is Red

9.2.2014

The imps in the schoolyard prior to morning lineup are usually having their last spaz-attacks just before the bell buzzes (it's electronic, hence "buzzes" and not "rings.")  There are a couple of them that can be counted on to be totally out of control, bouncing off other kids, slapping, kicking or yelling at things real and imagined.  I've suggested that Ez observe from a distance and get a visual example of how NOT to behave.

It's interesting to see the shit they bring to the free-for-all, too.  Like one who must have seen some Sumo wrestling matches over the weekend, because he spun his backpack around and wore it on the front, then proceeded to body-blow any- and everyone he could catch.  Or sneak up on.

"Don't do that shit, Ez," I said.

"Don't worry, dad, that kid's a spaz," Ez replied.

Another kid came running into the yard, screaming, "Indiana JONES!!" and making bullwhip-like motions with his arm.  This kid being a first grader, I wondered whether his parents screened "Raiders" for him.  Oh you know, impaled-people, poisoned monkeys, Nazis, machine-gunned Nazis, airplane propeller-diced Nazis, melting Nazis.  You know ... that "Raiders."  I figured that there was a chance he saw it all, but more likely something dumb like "The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles" or a comic book or his dad's pantomiming Indy or something.  However he got the Indy bullwhip, he whipped everyone he could catch.  Or sneak up on.

I asked Ez about it later.  "Did his dad let him watch the movie?"

"Yeah, the one where Indiana Jones' dad gave him the hat and bullwhip," Ez said.

"Which one is that," I asked.

"I don't know."

"That didn't happen in "Raiders of the Lost Ark," I said, "which is an awesome movie and we'll watch it together when you're 12 or something."

"Okay, dad," Ez said.

Tonight - Jay n' Bee Club
Come for the booze, stay for the pizza.

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!