Water you doing?

Menacing surfer ninjas were jumping over my sandbag fortress near a small, seaside main street. Although something like this could sound scary, it was highly stylized and Hollywoodesque. I had tried flinging sand and fire at the ninjas, but nothing stopped their inevitable progress: I was going to die. Then a voice from inside me, or from God (possibly even the director's booth) yelled:

<booming>"Use your sign..... oooooooh...." </booming>

With that, I grabbed my glass of water and threw it in the incoming ninja's face. He was down for the count! I leaped over the sandbag wall and thought about flying to safety, but knew I would never make it.... instead, I dove into the warm, salt-less sea and swam to freedom.

Unfortunately, this is where the evil 8am alarm steps in.

Posted by steveh at September 1, 2005 09:42 AM | TrackBack