At family gatherings, whenever one of our younger cousins falls down, either me, my brother, and/or an older cousin will say, "Oh, he's no fun, he fell right over." We don't explain the phrase (or Firesign Theatre) to our teen-aged cousins. Not that they wouldn't understand- they seem to be twice as smart as we were at that age, and we were not trolls- but the phrase is from another time and place, one that fostered originality, and all our cousins have today is derivatives. Thus, I suppose, the phrase, taken totally out of context, would appear to be from some other eon, like the song "Alice's Restaurant". Hearing Arlo Guthrie's classic story every Thanksgiving gets weirder and weirder, because it is so stuck in the 60s- for good or for bad- that giving a listen to "Alice" now might be a flagrant violation of Doc Brown's rule against tampering with the space/time continuum- ie, bringing back something from forty years past and facing it today. And, more ominously, hearing the tune just one more time might render the entire universe asunder.
