Eyeball Soup

At our puppet master's meeting before the GALL school year got officially underway, the GALL elders were discussing various things that the club could do so that we might not run out of ideas like we did last year. One of the ideas presented was to put googly eyes in various locations. It was a good idea, but we decided that the clean-up (since GALL maintains responsibility for clean-up when necessary) would be too tedious to actually undertake such an endeavor. However, Dani would not give up on that idea.

A few weeks ago, she came to me with a new idea. We should paint ping-pong balls like eyeballs and put them in the fountain. She was really adament about eyeballs being somewhere on campus. It was a pretty good idea, so we did it.

Trinkle, our normal meeting place, was taken over by some catering hooplah, so we moved to the lobby of Combs. When the bodies assembled, we got to work.

The process was fairly simple: Paint the eyeball, making sure that there was paint on both sides (if not, the painted side will weigh the ball to face down), and spray them with acrylic sealer.

The theory was grand. The practice was tedious. Severely lacking in eyeball music, we were not as productive as we might have hoped to be with 503 eyeballs to paint. We resolved to save the rest for next week.

When we packed everything up and deposited it in the basement of Westmoreland, we resolved that our new meeting place should be Westmo's creepy basement.

The next meeting, in the basement, with eyeball music and more people, we managed to get a substantial amount done. However, we still had another hundred or so to do by the end of the second week. So, with Halloween looming around the corner (on Friday), we called for an emergency meeting the next day.

On Wednesday, Liz and I finished the remainder of the eyeballs and dropped them in the fountain.

So on that cold October night, we threw the eyeballs into the fountain. It was merry.

Unfortunately, the acrylic sealer didn't work as well as planned and most of the paint had faded by the next day. Oh well, you live and learn.

--Mike Isaacson GALL President