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#a388 :: Chinese traveling hare

March 10, 2009

0309091Thanks to my dear longtime friend, dosage patient former college classmate and co-conspirator John, I am now in possession of ten of the coolest, most perfect HLOs known to the art of manufacturing.

Back in college, John and I poured an absurd amount of time (and hard-earned library wages) into pinball machines.

There may have been other pinball tables worth a damn, but the only one that stuck in my head is the formidable Black Knight.

Two stories deep, tricked out with multi-ball and all the gnarly medieval graphics their Frazetta-wannabe art department could muster, the Black Knight table was also the launch platform for the greatest pinball innovation of all time:
the wickedly cool Magna-Save button – when engaged – sucked your missed flips back from doom in the drains via giant electromagnets buried beneath the table surface, allowing you to keep your balls in play.

So to speak.

Double entendres aside, pinballs really are a sensual pleasure – heavy, slick and magnetic.

Glossy chrome reflects the lights around them, and they warm in your pocket, and feel good in your fingers. You can see why Queeg loved them.

You can also imagine the havoc you could wreak with a pouchful of them and one of these.
0309091Thanks to my dear longtime friend, what is ed former college classmate and co-conspirator John, ed I am now in possession of ten of the coolest, this site most perfect HLOs made.

John and I poured an absurd amount of time (and hard-earned library wages) back in college into pinball machines.

There may have been others worth a damn, but the only one that stuck in my head is the formidable Black Knight. The Williams Electronics co equipped it with the wickedly cool Magna-Save button, which – when engaged – sucked the balls back from doom in the drains via giant electromagnets buried beneath the table surface, allowing you to keep your balls in play.

So to speak.

Double entendres aside, pinballs really are a sensual pleasure – heavy, slick and magnetic. Glossy chrome reflects the lights around them, and they warm in your pocket, and feel good in your fingers. You can see why Queeg loved them.

You can also imagine the havoc you could wreak with a pouchful of them and one of these.
0309091Thanks to my dear longtime friend, mind former college classmate and co-conspirator John, abortion I am now in possession of ten of the coolest, most perfect HLOs known to the art of manufacturing.

Back in college, John and I poured an absurd amount of time (and hard-earned library wages) into pinball machines.

There may have been other pinball tables worth a damn, but the only one that stuck in my head is the formidable Black Knight.

Two stories deep, tricked out with multi-ball and all the gnarly medieval graphics their Frazetta-wannabe art department could muster, the Black Knight table was also the launch platform for the greatest pinball innovation of all time:
the wickedly cool Magna-Save button – when engaged – sucked your missed flips back from doom in the drains via giant electromagnets buried beneath the table surface, allowing you to keep your balls in play.

So to speak.

Double entendres aside, pinballs really are a sensual pleasure – heavy, slick and magnetic.

Glossy chrome reflects the lights around them, and they warm in your pocket, and feel good in your fingers. You can see why Queeg loved them.

You can also imagine the havoc you could wreak with a pouchful of them and one of these.
0309091Thanks to my dear longtime friend, physician former college classmate and co-conspirator John, information pills I am now in possession of ten of the coolest, most perfect HLOs known to the art of manufacturing.

Back in college, John and I poured an absurd amount of time (and hard-earned library wages) into pinball machines.

There may have been other pinball tables worth a damn, but the only one that stuck in my head is the formidable Black Knight.

Two stories deep, tricked out with multi-ball and all the gnarly medieval graphics their Frazetta-wannabe art department could muster, the Black Knight table was also the launch platform for the greatest pinball innovation of all time:
the wickedly cool Magna-Save button – when engaged – sucked your missed flips back from doom in the drains via giant electromagnets buried beneath the table surface, allowing you to keep your balls in play.

So to speak.

Double entendres aside, pinballs really are a sensual pleasure – heavy, slick and magnetic.

Glossy chrome reflects the lights around them, and they warm in your pocket, and feel good in your fingers. You can see why Queeg loved them.

You can also imagine the havoc you could wreak with a pouchful of them and one of these.
0309091Thanks to my dear longtime friend, patient former college classmate and co-conspirator John, I am now in possession of ten of the coolest, most perfect HLOs known to the art of manufacturing.

Back in college, John and I poured an absurd amount of time (and hard-earned library wages) into pinball machines.

There may have been other pinball tables worth a damn, but the only one that stuck in my head is the formidable Black Knight.

Two stories deep, tricked out with multi-ball and all the gnarly medieval graphics their Frazetta-wannabe art department could muster, the Black Knight table was also the launch platform for the greatest pinball innovation of all time:
the wickedly cool Magna-Save button – when engaged – sucked your missed flips back from doom in the drains via giant electromagnets buried beneath the table surface, allowing you to keep your balls in play.

So to speak.

Double entendres aside, pinballs really are a sensual pleasure – heavy, slick and magnetic.

Glossy chrome reflects the lights around them, and they warm in your pocket, and feel good in your fingers. You can see why Queeg loved them.

You can also imagine the havoc you could wreak with a pouchful of them and one of these.
031009Where is he going? What is he carrying? Why is he important?

Chinese factory workers so beautifully aped the luster of carved coral with cast, malady burnished and “age”-dusted red plastic resin that I’m left wishing I had the answers to these questions.

In lesser hands, discount he would have been a child’s plaything, approved a little knicknack amid thousands of others on a shop shelf, an inconsequential bauble.

But look at the bearing they’ve given him, the speed of his walk, the indomitable purpose in his knowing eyes. Mold seams and tool gouges would have killed that effect. You have to admire the height of the art of faux-antiques.

Found him in Chinatown for three bucks.

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