Apparently I have an audience. I haven't been here in a while, but seeing as how my audience has come from as far away as Azerbaijan, I shouldn't disappoint.
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| From Russia with love. |
Yesterday, Daryl turned on the Grand Prix. Those fools were trying to race around Belle Isle and were surprised when giant strips of the track were just popping right out. One trip down I-94 or Orchard Lake Road should tell anybody that racing down any kind of
real road in Michigan is a poor plan.
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| Michigan Pothole. |
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This is really not my point though. I'm here to talk about monkey hats. I'm so glad that we can rewind whatever's on the TV, or else I still wouldn't know what a monkey hat is. Duncan started shouting something about monkey hats while the Grand Prix was on, but I was paying no attention. Once I saw that the track was going to pieces, I couldn't force myself to watch any more of that debacle. But, wait. Monkey hats? I was instantly intrigued. I had never heard of a monkey hat before, but by the time I looked up, the monkey hat was gone. I rewound, and Duncan pointed out that especially unattractive fabric that the racers wear under their helmets, explaining that it is called a monkey hat. Duncan may just have a future as a wordsmith. He said that the hat just need a monkey nose and ears. I think he's right. Does the company that produces monkey hats think that the flesh-toned fabric improves its appearance? Or helps us to ignore the monkey hat altogether? Think again, designers. Think again.
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