February 15, 2008

I Blame Tex Avery

You remember those cartoons where a character lights a match in a pitch dark space, and by the flickering light you see that he's in the middle of a room full of dynamite? And he gets that "oh shit" look just before *KABLOOIE!!!*

After the smoke clears, he's standing there, charred and smoking, eyes wide open, wondering just what the hell happened.

Today at work, I lit the match.

All is well, but I was shellshocked for a couple of hours.

Posted by: Ted at 07:41 PM | category: Square Pegs
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1 As long as you're not the one who put the dynamite there.

Posted by: Mad William Flint at February 15, 2008 08:31 PM (PfRKW)

2 I'm launching a fustercluck of a Web site on Tuesday. I hate when people say they know how you're feeling, so I'll say you know exactly how I'm feeling!

Posted by: dawn at February 15, 2008 09:13 PM (HT2EY)

3 I'm picturing you as the pitiful coyote in the Roadrunner cartoons, post-explosion, with all the ACME stuff all charred and splintered everywhere around him.

Posted by: dogette at February 16, 2008 09:13 AM (q/UVc)

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