I'm gonna Kill it...

...you know what?.. I've been sitting here for half an hour reading blogs.... and, the whole damn time, this little moth is flying around my room.... I can't take my eyes off the little bastard.... it goes to the window... it goes for the monitor.. it divebombs my feet... I suspect it is trying to sneak into my Scotch.... and, every time it gets near, I leap to cover my glass to keep it from stealing any of the Amber Nectar.... this shit is getting old.... time to die, mothboy... hang on a second....

...heh... he was easy... deadsky meatsky.. but, you know what?... I don't feel remorse... I feel quite happy... nature must have hardwired us to want to kill moths.... to need to kill moths... after all, they fly in such a retarded hap-hazard way... zigging here, and zagging there... hell, moths give flying a bad name.... now, mind you, if it had been a big ole green Luna Moth or something, I'd have let it go... but, being a small, grayish looking varmint, it stood no chance against the mighty Straight White Guy's Hand-O-Death.... still, there must be divine implications in this blog... to smite, or not to smite, I suppose.... big and green?.. you survive.... small and gray?... the smackdown awaiteth...

...but... sitting here now, I suppose that my deed does not bode well for my future... for, as surely as I have crushed the insignificant gray moth... on someone's list, I most likely am not a Luna... still.... there is no point in waxing philosophical about all this... after all, it was irritating me... so, fate demanded that it must perish by the smackdown... mourn not for the moth... it is the way of things.... heh.. ask not for whom the bell tolls, baby.... it tolls for thee....

by Eric on April 08, 2004 | Comments(5) | Psycho Rants

Comments so far:

I wonder if you are old enough to remember the movie "Mothra." It involved a giant moth that could be summoned to do its destruction by two pocket-sized Asian women singing in unison, "MOT-TUH-RA."

It was a fave' in the drive-in theaters.

Why can I remember that, when I often can't remember where I left my farookin' car keys?

posted by: Parkway Rest Stop on April 8, 2004 10:10 PM

EEEH! "so, fate demanded that it perish by the smackdown." YUMMY! Wondering if you would be offended if I adopted this into my rapidly expanding vocabulary? ;)

posted by: Alex on April 9, 2004 12:57 AM

I know the feeling, Jimbo... I truly do...

Alex, steal away... although, I did not coin the term "smackdown", I have found it a quite useful phrase...

posted by: Eric on April 9, 2004 09:46 AM

Me, I would've whipped out my pre-ban-magazine-loaded Glock and emptied all 17 rounds into him.

NOBODY messes with my scotch.

posted by: Harvey on April 10, 2004 08:00 PM

..dang, Harvey.... heh.. I couldn't do that in the house, but I like the way you think...

...which reminds me... I just bought a 30rd magazine for my 9mm... heh. fun, fun, fun...

posted by: Eric on April 10, 2004 09:48 PM