bouncy bouncy

i went to the Sydney Museum of Contemporary Art (which, given that EVRYTHNG is abbreviated here, i'm surprised isn't referred to as the muso-compo-art) to see a very good exhibition by a bonkers Japanese lady who's been 'happening' in various ways since the 60s (haven't we all!). there was some really interesting bits, my favourite was a room full of dangling coloured light bulbs. the room was totally blacked out and mirrored, with water on the floor so when you shut the door behind you all you could see was your reflection and an infinity of coloured lights. it was what i imagine sky diving in outer space must be like (something i think about a lot).
after the exhibition i had an obligatory wander round the gifte shoppe. there, along with nice arty books, back catalogues and a few arty bits and pieces there was a selection of random, non-exhibition or indeed art related goodies – Chinese pin cushion anyone? the weirdest thing though, was a container of 'super' bouncy balls - you know, those hard rubber ones, that sometimes have things in the middle or are a bit glittery.
well, all i could think about was picking one up and giving it a good old bounce. then i remembered when i was little and we used to have them at home and, obviously, throw them really hard and watch them ping around the room (or dogs used to go mad at them!). and all i could think about was how hilarious it would be if i bounced one REALLY REALLY hard and it went into major bounce mode around the shop, smashing everything breakable, ricocheting off glass shelves full of limited edition ceramics and into the path of horrified onlookers.
fortunately i managed to restrain myself and left, to catch a bus to Bondi beach. which was nice. it was different.