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Nick dreaded this job. Beth was a Christmas fanatic, it
seemed, and every year there were more lights to
untangle, check, and hang on their ranch home. The
colonial down the street always put up a good show, and
Beth could never allow their residence to be outdone.
The days of the lightwars
had come, when brave men
hung out over ladders too far and the emergency rooms
were kept well-stocked with broken arms. To pass the
time, Nick started humming...
Twinkle twinkle lights aglow,
How you glisten o'er the snow.
People stop to gawk and yak,
Gridlocked in our cul-de-sac.
Now you're up and bringing cheer--
Why not leave you up all year?
Meanwhile, nextdoor, Paul was finishing up the electrical
work on his latest home improvement. He would not
have to battle ladders on icy pavement any longer. He
had just installed his electroluminescent salvation: the
combination soffet-light string. At the flick of a switch,
3000 bright chaser LED's encircled the house, which now
vaguely resembled the mothership from Close Encounters
of the Third Kind.
Not your idea, but something you might want to take a peak at.
Tuned to a local radio station. [2 fries shy of a happy meal, Dec 13 2005]
||So, Nick now has angry lights?
||I now know what a soffet is.
||That light display noted on the link was INSANE. The person who did this had entirely too much time on his hands.
||Soffegs with ingergraged Chrisgmas lighgs? Holy shig!