The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Hey! That's me! I never win stuff, much less stuff I really want! Yay!

This thread has already provided me with Far Too Much amusement. I'm going to be sitting in the weekly staff meeting next week, Fu-Master's going to open his mouth, and I'm going to lose it. Completely. The Gatchaman-style narrations in my head are now going to turn into complete episodes.

Fu-Master? Totally Jinpei (Doot-doot-doot!). Boss Man? Joe, no question - especially the confrontational parts. New!Boss Lady? Ken. Which leaves Jun and Ryu for me and Buck - whichever provides the most amusement value.

Oh the possibilities...

Jinpei/Fu-Master: *pushes "make wings fall off" button*
Ken/New!Boss Lady: Jinpei! What are you doing!? We're going to crash!
Jinpei/Fu-Master: Doot-doot-doot!
Ken/New!Boss Lady: Jinpei! Shut the hell up!
Boss Man/Joe: I'll fix this with Bird Missles by threatening to stop all work in the building if I don't get my way!
Me: *works quietly in the corner*
Buck: That's a great idea, Joe!

Actually, this is a terrifyingly accurate depiction of an actual scene yesterday.

[EDIT] Ok, my cat has gone insane. Completely. Which I realize is par for the course, but she keeps running into the office, running head-first into something (the desk, my leg, the wall), then sprinting out to attack the dog while making her little "I'm pissed off" noise. It's very cute - if you've seen Ultra Maniac, it's the same noise the chameleon makes. Now, she's trying to climb into the Gilgamesh box. And chewing on the twist tie that, the last time I saw it, was keeping a package of bread closed...I have no idea how she got that, and I'm not sure I want to.

Wow, the sparkley unicorn stickers just make this all the more surreal. I just hope that large amounts of alcohol were involved in the making of this. Like, alcohol by the keg. Per person.

There is only one icon appropriate for this post. Sadly, I don't have it uploaded right now, so this will have to do.

Ladeda - tomorrow morning I have to get up, drag Erik out of bed, get him to somehow get his clothes together on only two or so hours of sleep, get him, all our stuff, and the dog into my car, drop the dog off at my mother-in-law's house, then drive to Delaware where we will do kung-fu stuff followed by beer, brat, and polka with the Dynamic Duo. Then, hopefully, there will be sleep for me, and on Sunday we all caravan off to PARF. Yay!

Erik doesn't have to work Monday - he is so driving.

[EDIT] leongsh felt compelled to share The FCC Song, which I have to admit fits my mood some days.

And I can't resist the urge to link to the March of the Sinister Ducks on the off chance that someone hasn't heard it yet. You think they're cuddly but I think they're sinister. Ducks! Ducks! *quack quack* *quack quack* Quite possibly the best song ever.

GOAL FOR NEXT WEEK (haven't had one of these in a while...): Use the phrase "web-footed facists" in a sentance...while at work. Preferrably while talking to a coworker.

[EDIT2] I feel compelled to put the lyrics in here too, because I've just listened to the entire thing three times in a row. I'll dedicate this to geoduck, for painfully obvious reasons.


Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Soft downy feathers and nice little wings.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
But there's a poison I'd like to administer;
You think they're cuddly, but I think they're sinister!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

What are they doing at night in the park?
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Think of them waddling about in the dark!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Nasty and small: undeserving of life.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
They'll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Dressed in plaid jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Who could deny, they'd be better off dead?
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Look closely and you will recoil in surprise
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.