Dangerous games

tea cup I’m planning a party, and I love old games like “Hide in Sight” or “Light as a feather, stiff as a board,” so I was looking through a book about Victorian parlor games. I came across one called “Cupid’s Box,” in which a player draws a slip of paper that says “To Love,” “To Kiss” or “To Dismiss.” I thought, oh, how sweet, it’s a version of “Marry, F*#%, Kill” that you can explain to friends who were raised by nice people.

Then I read the rest of the rules, and saw that I was wrong. You should play “Cupid’s Box” at a big party, because the person you choose to love, kiss or dismiss has to be in the room. If you choose to kiss them, you really do kiss them then and there; someone who is dismissed has to pay a penalty, and the rules are unclear about what happens in the case of love.

Victorian games usually sound so charming and innocent, but this one could turn nasty. Maybe the people I knew when I was a young lady were more unstable than average, (OK, cross out “maybe”) but I tell you, I can think of few party activities more likely to result in stitches, car theft, or girls locking themselves in the bathroom.

Still…I may buy my own copy of this book. Somehow, it’s just hard to resist.

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Photo credit to dklimke under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 License

Miss Ella Fitzgerald vs. Mack the Knife

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Here you go: Ella forgets the words to “Mack the Knife” halfway through a 1960 performance in Berlin. She makes up her own, and her voice just becomes more and more beautiful. Plus, she’s laughing while she’s singing, and imitating Louis Armstrong, because she can. She makes me happy.

Cell phone mitten

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This beautiful mitten spent over a year in lost and found at the library where I work. I even made phone calls to mitten wearers. We’re remodeling the library, so I took it home, felted it, and put a button on it. Now it’s the case for my cell phone. My lipstick fits in the thumb. If it is yours, and you can document that convincingly, you can have it back. It’s a little smaller, though.

I don’t always try to find the owners of desirable objects. Someone left a motorbike in the parking lot for over a month, and Nadia and I debated dragging it into the library, putting it in lost and found, and figuring out some schedule for sharing it at the end of the year. Sadly, the owner finally remembered where he put it.