Sunday, February 02, 2003

A few days ago I

A few days ago I tried to think of some of my favorite Tick quotes.  Nothing emerged from the reticulum of my memory.  Not “it’s a little sharky, but you get used to it,” or “Je m’appelle le Tic.  J’ai une grande plume et deux tetes.” I felt empty, impotent.  I couldn’t let that feeling linger, so I dug deep in the murky convolutions of my brain and poked around in my reference books and came up with a few more gems:

“Heh heh heh - those darn Ninjas, they’re wacky.”
“My moustache is touching my brain.”
“The tongue is a powerful muscle, and Mung-Mung is all tongue… he weeps for he has but one small tongue with which to taste the world… ewwww, I can taste your back.” (I guess I had a thing for Mung-Mung, didn’t I?)
“Got to pull myself together - must defy laws of physics.”
“Happy me - I’m the biggest, brightest ball of gas in the cosmos.”
“That’s just it doc - my mind has always been my achille’s heel!”
“Once again, we find that clowning and anarchy don’t mix.”
“Oh, what a goofy work is man!”
“Ah, savory cheesepuffs, made inedible by time and fate...”
“Evil!  Evil!  I’m beside myself with evil!”
“Mucal invader - is there no end to your oozing?”
“Yeast devil - back to the oven that baked you!”

...and of course the modern mantra, positively Jungian in its grasp of the mythic underpinnings of quotidian travails: “A day job in an office?  My worst nightmare!”

I now realize that this is an additiction that I simply have to feed.  I will find more tapes and bore the hell out of everybody with their timeless quipping.  Thank you in advance for your time and courtesy in this matter.