August 25, 2004

#198 :: Log

A symbolic oxymoron, the log made out of plastic. Blowformed in un-lifelike brown, the mold marks show a careless inattention to proportions - one half's longer than the other - and to details - the whole thing looks like a knotty Tootsie Roll more than anything that once swayed in the breeze. But it is unapologetically what it is: A log, stout and true. Sing along with me if you can remember the words:

What rolls down stairs
Alone or in pairs...
Rolls over your neighbor's dog?
What's great for a snack
And fits on your back?
It's Log! Log! Log!
It's Lo-og, it's Lo-og
It's big, it's heavy
It's wood!
It's Lo-og, Lo-og
It's better than bad
It's good!!!

Posted by mack reed at August 25, 2004 11:38 PM | TrackBack
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ARGH! It's only in the last few years that I'd managed to forget about the Log Song, and now you've brought it back to life in my head! Goodie - for the next three years or so I'll start humming it for no reason at odd times. :-p

Posted by: Funder at August 26, 2004 04:46 PM

Ah, good. My work is done then.

Posted by: mack reed at August 26, 2004 08:28 PM