Last night I was touching up HAFT#128 and I got stuck for the final bit of dialogue. Because I couldn’t fit “Sesame Street Live!” or “The Ice Capades!” into the little balloon at the end. Oh, you laugh. Just you wait until you are parents and you have to sit through the “Disney on Ice!” show. And they say waterboarding is torture. Ha!
This morning I asked my son Spyton for a suggestion of what the situation was “like” and his suggestion was “The 2008 Democratic National Convention.”
Over at my redvsblue.com blog, MadMac_5 said it was “like reading YouTube comments” and I got the following from Frankfurter:
“It’s like being told there was going to be macaroni and cheese for dinner, but there’s not cheese. It’s just macaroni. And that dry kind of macaroni. And someone threw over salted peas into the macaroni. And mushed the peas all up so they’re that gross consistency. And I know the health board is denying it, but I’m pretty sure I saw a spider fall into that pot.”
Yes… well, although that is startlingly accurate, that won’t fit into the little bubble either.
So, what would watching your boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other turn into a brain eating zombie be like anyway? Help me out here. My brain exploded.
Tastes like chicken.