Thursday, October 12, 2006

"FOURPLAY."


Duck, and cover!

My hormones have reached the four COCONUT level!

This is uncharted territory.

So potentially volatile, in fact, that I thought it prudent to have a guest artist decorate the fourth COCONUT. As such, I let my daughter do the honors.

Her COCONUT de jour is sort of a cross between Picasso during his Cubist period and Sally Field’s “The Flying Nun.”

You may or may not be relieved to learn that the four pictured above represent my entire inventory of COCONUTS. So...where does the adventure go from here? I have no idea. But I do know one thing.

If I don't start doing some *real* writing soon, you guys will drop me quicker than a $20 bill at a Las Vegas blackjack table.

13 Comments:

At 9:56 PM, Blogger woman wandering said...

Beautiful ... :) and I bet she had tons of fun too.

'Proper writing'?
I saw coconuts in the store today and thought ... 'Sal'. The power of advertising huh?

Lol. Thanks cobber, as one Australian might say to another.

 
At 10:46 PM, Blogger christina said...

Hey! Didn't you already use that post title last year??

Ines' coconut is the best one yet, of course. The baby bottle is a nice touch and I love the hair/hat/helicopter propellor/whatever it is.

And you KNOW that we're all going to keep coming back here no matter what you write. You're stuck with us, we're stuck with you. :-)

 
At 10:59 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Christina: Awww, jeez. You're right:

http://saldetraglia.blogspot.com/2006/02/four-play.html

Already repeating myself, and I haven't even cracked 40 yet. Actually, I've repeated myself twice this week. "Send in the Clowns" is also a title in stereo.

Sorry...but not too sorry. Remember that I don't get paid for this gig.

And to quote Huey Lewis, "I am happy to be stuck with you [all, too.]"

Lady Di: "Cobber." Off to Google, I go!

 
At 4:29 AM, Blogger Kurt said...

Uh-oh...once you hit 40, it's all downhill from there! Better live vicariously while you can hehe.

But, according to Huey Lewis, "It's hip to be square," so your mileage may vary!

I found a coconut themed music video on YouTube and thought of the VTB :)

Coconuts!

 
At 10:07 AM, Blogger woman wandering said...

Cobber ...

Did you find it?

It's like 'friend' or 'mate' ... one bloke might say, 'Thanks mate' to a friend ... 'cobber' ... same thing ... trailing off as I look at these strange words on the screen.

 
At 4:04 PM, Blogger Angie said...

Real writing is overrated. (Trust me, I know!)

We haven't had this much silly fun at the tapas bar since the Salivator days... or the haggis-bashing... who am I kidding, it's always fun here!

 
At 4:16 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uh, would the coconuts like to receive a Flat Body to work with next week? It is that time again - a little earlier than last year!

Nina

 
At 9:54 PM, Blogger Lisa said...

When my kids were little, they saw a coconut in the store and begged me to buy one for them. So, being the kind of mom I am, I caved. We brought the coconut home and the kids placed their prize on a spot on my counter where they could admire it daily. Being 6 & 8 years old at the time, I guess they thought it was cool just to have it and wouldn’t think of letting me crack its head open to enjoy the real reason to have a coconut. After about 2 weeks of me threatening to take a hammer to it, we awoke to a loud bang. Running downstairs into the kitchen brought about a sudden realization that my kids “pet” wasn’t the long-term kind of pet they thought it would be. Seems coconuts can go from the sweet, lovely things they are to bad, volatile nasty things that explode at the drop of a hat…oh, wait, that’s my 16 year old daughter I’m thinking of…

 
At 10:07 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Ya know, Lisa. I just did a Google search. And apparently...your tale of COCONUT terror is not unique.

Who would've thought that a sweet, innocent little COCONUT had a dark side.

Hmmm...perhaps there's a new post lurking in there.

 
At 10:50 PM, Blogger ironporer said...

Sal, as my wife would say..."You are like a goat, uncle!" (estas como una cabra tio!).
You remind me of a drink we used to get at Pago-Pago's (a swank polynesian club in ZGZA 20 years ago)... the drink was a "Coco-Loco".

You are Coco Loco too I think!!

(I can just see the old Coco-Puffs cereal commercials... "You're cukoo for coco-puffs...")

 
At 12:18 AM, Blogger christina said...

Coconuts eventually explode?? Amazing the things one learns at the VTB.

This is getting weirder by the minute. But I like it. :-)

 
At 10:29 AM, Blogger CanadianSwiss said...

We'd never drop you, Sal. Even when you hear about the dark sides of coconuts...

 
At 3:08 PM, Blogger euro-trac said...

OMG - They explode!??

I'm worried about you now!

"Step away from the coconut... there is nothing to see here"

 

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