October 1, 2009
death from above
A North Texas woman fought off burglars with billiard balls stowed in a bicycle helmet.
The woman then went out the back door, clinched the helmet strap in her teeth, climbed a tree and perched herself on top of the roof. “I hollered out ‘death from above!’ I’m not kidding. And no sooner than I said that, I started chunking pool balls at them.”
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This comment could really go into any post–but do you ever feel a crazy kind of glee when it’s late and it seems like Clustershop is mostly closed up–and yet there you are, frolicking around in little white squares when you should be trying to sleep but know it’s not going to happen? It reminds me of the first time my parents left my sister and me home alone. I think I was about eight and she was about ten. As soon as the car was out of sight we let the dog in and coaxed him to jump up on all the beds.
Okay I’m up; sorry I dropped in on your fine post without a pertinent comment, Deron; the nightcap was a little too abundant.
Daryl, I liked your comment.
on another subject, is it correct to say billiards? or does one need to say billiard balls or pool balls?
I don’t know the answer, I’m guessing billards is correct but for me that word means the collection of games one might play on a pool table.
Hmmm. I know they call it a “billiard table” and that billiards refers to the games played on a billiard table–so I guess it would be billiard balls if you connect them with the table and billiards balls if you connect them to the game, so shit fuck damn what the hell I’m racked if I know what shineola is.
How’d I miss this, “Ollie said she grabbed the pool balls only after she couldn’t find her crossbow or pellet gun.”
Why would you ask Daryl this question? I’m RIGHT HERE, you know.
Billiards is the name of the game. Yes, it is odd that the actual name is a plural; blame it on Jacques and Yves.
The balls are called billiard balls or pool balls.
The balls are not billiards. Billiards comes from the old French word for log. That right there is a happy little fact. Logs.
Carry on.
oh, those were supposed to be two separate comments, dear Cindy.
I realized when making the post I hate the inertia of ‘billiard balls’ or ‘pool balls’. every time I read those, I feel like I’m seeing a gap in the English language. a place where a shortened or condensed or new word should exist. they feel bloated.
I think they should be called knockers.
Thank you, Deron. I feel much better.
I’m still stuck on the log part. I’ll think about the balls later.
The Billiard Room held the fancy eatin’ table and the pot-passers. The Billiard was the great hornied critter whose head was hangin’ on the wall at the end of the table. Granny had Jed whittle points on the pot-passers so’s'ay could double as meat-stabbers.
I love you, Rick Neece.
Ricky Cameron!
I am going out front and lean on the hood of the car and sing “Mad About the Boy” and dedicate it to you.
Thank you, Cindy. You know, I hope, how deep my mutual feelings are.
Sheila, thank you for the dedication. There were two vids to choose from, I picked this one feeling more akin to it, though I could never hold a candle to such prior beauty and light.
Ricky. Cameron.
When I told my wife/
She said, “I’ve never heard such nonsense in my life!”
And while we’re on the subject . . .
Although The Magic Christian is by and large a very annoying film (not least on account of its many breezy ‘fag jokes’ circa 1969), there is a certain train-wreck fascination to the “Mad About the Boy” sequence featuring Yul Brynner and Roman Polanski.
Is this off-topic?
Holy shit, Sheila! I’ve never laid eyes on that before. Thank you! Thank you. It might be off topic, but not for me, thank you.
I live to lay eyes on sights hitherto unseen.
And I hope to see you one of these days real soon.
One of these days, girl. I have about a couple seconds of battery left. So ‘night, OK? One of these days, yes?
Yes. Oh, yes!
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She would be much better off with pool balls – more ammo! What with Billiards only being played with three balls.
Ideally she’d be better with her pockets full of snooker balls.