Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

The Macaroni Dish has received a special request. It seems that Rachel from the mid-west has stumbled upon an earlier posting of ours and realized that our clan is in possession of one trumpet-grasping, reveille-playing, quartz-movement, cat-resembling alarm clock.

Yes, that clock (not the one that roars like a motorcycle and announces "good morning!"

Bottom line: she's been looking for that clock and cannot find it for sale anyway.

Rachel's request warms my heart -- finally, our happy blog contacted by someone who actually obtains amusement from the types of things that amuse us (though Simms didn't look all that amused when I rousted him from sleep that morning so we could drive to the Stamford train station).

Anyway, someone help me out here: which Christmas was it that alarm clocks were the gift of choice? I'm thinking 1988. Have I had this thing for 20 years already? Yikes.

Needless to say, I can't part with so precious an heirloom. And a quick check on E-Bay and the site formerly-known-as-Froogle turned up no leads. One hint that might help: the name on the clock face is "Rhythm" and there are very few other identifying markings.

Hey Steve, what else do we know about those things?