Thursday, October 03, 2002

Dry Ice + Airplane Toilet = Bad (but funny) - "He turns and looks at the toilet. But it has, for all practical purposes, disappeared, and where it once rested he now finds what he will later describe only as a vision. In place of the commode roars a fluorescent blue waterfall, a huge, heaving cascade of toilet fluid thrust waist-high into the air and splashing into all four corners of the lavatory. Pouring from the top of this volcano, like smoke out of a factory chimney, is a rapidly spreading pall of what looks like steam."

There's that, and then there's this: "Jens stares. Then he turns to his young second officer and puts a hand on his shoulder, a gesture of both fatherly comfort and surrendering camaraderie, as if to say, 'Don't worry son, I'll clean all this up,' or maybe, 'Down with the ship we go, my friend.' He sighs, gestures toward the fizzing, angrily disgorging bowl and says, with a tone of surprisingly unironic pride: 'She's got quite a head on her, doesn't she?'"

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