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Do Platypi Dream of Disembodied Talking Heads?

I like the idea of disembodied talking heads. -especially if they're spinning. I wish I had Colonel Sanders' floating head following me around (I think Fred Sanders likes his head where it is). Wouldn't that be cool? Weird Al has that in one of his songs: "Everything You Know Is Wrong". I can't remember what album that's on. It's one of his earlier ones. Anyhow, I'm sure all my friends are glad that I don't have a disembodied floating talking head. My own head seems to be quite enough. Besides, the Platypus might get jealous...

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lasselanta said…
Some sage, learned graduate student once mused, "If we had, like, a disembodied floating head, we could be a three-way totem pole."

I sit in rapt contemplation of the Mystery of the Head. Illumine us, O Flint, and release us from the evil overlord Homework...

Did the Platypus hear that? --I'm not polytheistic, really.
1:12 PM
James said…
Yes. The Platypus knows the Flint and has himself contemplated its mysteries. Then he went out for Pizza.
2:57 PM
Graf Spee said…
Hmm. This might be good varient of Brain the Floating. Rather than discussing our angst over being brains floating in jars, we could discuss our angst over being (or possessing) disembodied floating heads. I'll have to think on it. :}
1:03 PM
James said…
The name changes, but the dice and angst remain the same... ;-)
3:48 PM
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