Regarding our planned engendering of a marching band...

It's a great idea, Ape with the bongo, Tiny with the piccolo, me with the glittery spirit stick and Lolita somehwere in the back looking cheap and glum. A truly great idea. Except for our total lack of musicality.

Another great idea, possibly even greater, is that we pick a song - a catchy, cool one - and perform a synchronized dance. Picture the scene! It's late, but the party hasn't really begun. After some urgent demands from the public, or the masses, Lolita reluctantly takes out an oldass CD player with a decent speaker system and a bicycle generator for Lolita to pedal. Ape presses PLAY. Twice I beat with the stave in my hand and the Oddballs line up in a row. The funky intro of our catchy song reaches a certain steady beat and we discreetly nod our heads synchronously. What follows next is a wondrous chain of magic events that makes the masses understand that it takes an Oddball to be an Oddball. I'm talking indecent movements of hips, unisonous twitchy-arms, altitudinous throwing of Tiny, and dead serious leek action. All in tune to the music.

Girls, I think I'm on to something. We can do this. I know we still lack musical ability. And will. Still, think about how divinely awesome it would be to have a dance to blaze away on some inappropriate occasion or other.

Ja?