Maybe he'll drown!


A washed-up "street magician" named David Blaine is hoping people will tune in to see if he'll drown.
Blaine will spend seven days in some sort of water tank in New York.
His last "look at me" event was in London -- where he spent 44 days starving in a glass box hanging over the Thames River -- was not appreciated.
Crowds heckled him and he was constantly
pelted with rocks, golf balls and eggs.
Londoners never ran out of new ways to abuse Blaine -- someone even buzzed his glass cage with a radio-controlled helicopter toy. Dangling from the toy chopper was a cheeseburger.
Others showed up with drums whenever he fell asleep.
"Wake up Dave," Brixton hooligan Joe O'Brien yelled. "You'll be late for work."
Why was he yelling at Blaine and throwing eggs?
"To break him and get him down," O'Brien said.
In 2003, Blaine had himself frozen in ice and left outside in Manhattan. New Yorkers ignored him.
Blaine is hoping people will pay attention this time, the BBC reported, because there's a fairly good chance he will drown.
That would be his last stunt, and probably the only one people would talk about.
Blaine calls himself an "illusionist," but as far as anyone can tell, all he does is lock himself in various contraptions and just sit there for weeks, boring everyone around.

Comments

whoami123 said…
.
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami


P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

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