my yogurt container runneth over

So I was playing with the Emmett Kelly idea today, and I thought it would be fun to try walking through a few public spaces doing someting rather than just sitting in one place. So I did, and while I did I carried a really full container of water. It was cool, like I was a little source of tension passing through a room...like a few sentences of a story.

It was interesting the way it attracted attention, because I wasn't walking  very fast but I was very tense and very focused so I got a lot of looks. People that wanted to know what was in the container, waiting to see if I spilled any (which I did fairly often) or sometimes seeing if they could help at all. A lot of folks seemed to get a kick out of holding the door for me, including a guy who, when encountering one of those double door situations with a little pointless room in between, held the first door and then ran ahead and got the other one. 

The other thing that tickled me was that no one really bothered to ask what I was doing, even when I ran into people I knew. I guess meandering through the stacks in the library with a full container of water is...pretty ordinary. Bren and I joked about being a fish EMT on call. 

I also didn't want somebody following me taking pictures because I thought this one would work better if it didn't seem to be a performance at all. But thanks to Molly for taking a few before I encountered too many people.  

and now, an unrelated joke.

So Noah is waiting by his ark for all the animals that God has promised will squeeze into his boat. And then he sees them, great numbers of beasts all converging on where he's standing. So he lowers the gang-plank and watches as the animals start filing on board, two by two. And as they go up into the ship, Noah can be heard making comments on each animal that goes by- "Hmm...two horses, they don't taste very nice, but they're edible. Ooh! Two sheep! I love roast lamb." And so on for each pair of animals Noah counts going on board he says something about what they're like to eat. Eventually Noah's son can stand it no longer and he asks his mother what Noah's deal is.

"Well," she says, "there's Noah counting for taste."