I know, I know, it may not be “exactly” what Linda, mistress of the writing dungeon, had in mind, but she’s sweet and she always gives us that “if you’re not really up to the full-blown challenge, just do this.” Yeah, I’m doing this.
But, I’m not doing this because I couldn’t comply with the Prime Directive. I could, really. OK, before I explain, let’s get the Linda thing out of the way. She said:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ta.” The word, “ta,” is British slang for thank you: use it this way, or find any other word that starts with those two letters. Enjoy!
I could do the British “ta” thing, because my best friend on the other side of the Atlantic, David Pennington, often puts “TA” at the end of his emails. It took a while for me to figure out what it meant. Yes, it actually took me asking him, but that took a while, so my statement wasn’t a lie. But “TA”, David aside, doesn’t make me think of thanks. It might when I look at “ta” – I’ll give you (and Linda) that, but, in my head, you know where the voices live, I hear the sound of “ta” when I read those two letters. For me and those voices, that’s like hearing “a little bit” – see, when I hear that, the voices in my head go straight to “softer now” because that’s how the song goes.
How about that? Two weeks in a row the SoCS prompt lead me to an Isley Brothers’ song. See, those voices, they remember this song. If they didn’t remember the actual song by the Isley Brothers, they would certainly remember the one by Otis Day and the Knights in Animal House, ‘cuz the voices remember just about the entire dialog and musical score from that movie, and The Blues Brothers and Caddyshack and a few other movies.
So, “ta”, if you pronounce it with a short ‘a’ sound, in my mind, it moves straight to “Tang.”
Tang is the stuff astronauts drink. It really is. We saw commercials in the 60’s that had astronauts, or actors who play astronauts on TV, mix the stuff up, drink it an basically say “mmm mmm good.” If it had been in the 90s, it would have been some play on “mmm, that’s some good…” but it wasn’t.
Tang was invented in 1957. It wasn’t invented for the space program. It was probably invented for the post-war-everything-instant-craze thing. I don’t know about things in other countries, but in the US, if you had something that was easy to prepare, instant, quick, ready-to-eat, or something like that, people were lining up to buy it. Well, they weren’t really lining up to buy Tang, I mean, it wasn’t that good. But, when NASA force-fed some Tang to John Glenn, the people who owned Tang started telling us that it was the stuff astronauts drank and we (kids) couldn’t get enough of it.
It was kinda bad.
We weren’t in space.
We could buy orange juice.
We could buy oranges.
We could buy Kool-Aid which didn’t offer any nutritional benefits whatsoever, but it tasted great!
After convincing my mother to buy it, even though it was probably more expensive than any of the actual real fruit and fruit by-product orange things, I became just like John Glenn. I scooped it out of the jar, stirred it into some cold water and voila, I had a glass of flat-tasting, orange looking, watery blah bitter juicy-like drink stuff. I might as well have been in that capsule riding a rocket out of the atmosphere. And, it was fun! And Linda always wants us to have fun.