Friday, August 24, 2007

UPDATED: Red Eye 8-23-07, parts 1 and 2

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Anonymous said...

I think that the mouse has become your Great White Whale, only he/she is not great, white, or a whale. You tried naming them, and that didn't work, maybe you should go with another system like surrounding yourself with mice or maybe not so drastic a style and just going with dressing like a mouse one night while you go out. I tried this with clowns and it worked. I am still afraid of clowns, but boy did I get some great laughs (until I looked in the mirror). I say Mortimer, yes I named him Mortimer, will appreciate your kindness because he realizes imitation is the greatest form of flattery and will move back with his wife and 11 kids. Butter your toast

alison said...

Thanks Anonymous! I too suffer bozophobia. The great concern with dressing as a mouse however is that I just bet I would get stuck in a trap while the real mortimer runs free, pooping stoves and terrorizing other jumpy city dwellers.

Anonymous said...

It is great to finally put a name with the affliction that has claimed the lives of so many loved ones. Anonymous always thought it was called clownsarethebaneofourexistenceophobia, anonymous knows, kinda long, but it fits. Although the scenario of you getting stuck in a trap is horrible, it won't happen because Anonymous will alert the media (you) as to your secret identity as the great mouse-o-nie. The plan flawless, well, there was that one time anonymous had his friend dress up as the pig, but who would have thunk that they would have a craving for ribs at Memphis in May (awesome event by the way). Remember, 3rd person. Butter your toast