Monday, February 27, 2006

Pulpatoon Apochrypha pt. 8

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What's the venereal term for deadlines? Is it up to me to coin one? Do I go with the "line" and say a "spool of deadlines?" Or the "dead" with a "morgue of deadlines?" Or maybe the experience, with a "sweat of deadlines." Whatever you call it when deadlines gather together and start hanging out on your yard, drinking beer and making a point of checking their watch every few minutes, that's what I've got.

A firing squad. That's what it is. A firing squad of deadlines.

So, updates may be a bit spotty this week. Along with things like bathing, sleep, and eating. Sorry.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Giving up the eating would be wrong.

Dave

Joel Priddy said...

Ah, it's all in the spirit of the Lenten season.

pitzerboy said...

I LOVE that plain plane panel.

Deadlines.. yeesh! Some people have ALL the nerve...

Matt said...

Um.

An orgie of deadlines? No, too positive. A rape of deadlines! Ummmm. A disease of deadlines? Don't ask how I made that leap. A murder, a disaster, a bastard of deadlines!

Or perhaps you're over-dramatising everything? How 'bout a jacket of deadlines? A teacup of deadlines?

Anyway, can you come over on Friday and paint that plane panel on my wall about 3 meters tall?

Joel Priddy said...

Matt,

You send me a plane ticket to Germany, and I'll pop right over.

And, hey, how can you have a podcast and I not know about it? Here I am, linking to Polaroidiary, like a chump.

Anonymous said...

How about:

A burning eyeball of deadlines.

or

A jitter of deadlines.

or

An oppression of deadlines...

Joel Priddy said...

A palpitation of deadlines?

A hairloss of deadlines?

An exhaustion of deadlines?