That is a good one! I'm eternally grateful to my buddy pranashakti for sharing the phrase "zen as a jackhammer" with me. And it's pretty much how I expect to feel for the next month leading up to our move.

You know... "Flaming Anus" (or maybe plural? "Anuses"? "Anii"?) would be a great band name. I'm just saying!

Also, it amuses me more to image you running around with a Bic lighter rather than a flame-thrower for some reason... maybe because it seems more personal and precise, and the sound effect is amusing: Chkt! Chkt! <--- 'tis the mileadingly gentle sound of impending dooooom!

So apparently my mood is: absurdist misanthropy.

Wasn't Asses of Fire the name of the movie within the South Park movie?

I'm enjoying the mental picture of valentina lighting the tampon string and smirking as the person tries to outrun the fuse

Wasn't Asses of Fire the name of the movie within the South Park movie?

You know, I have that movie on DVD and I still haven't seen it all the way through. Sacrilege, I know!

But you are correct. "Asses of Fire" is the movie within a movie... and now I've got a heliumed Canadian voice saying it over and over in my head. That and the "Uncle F***er" musical number.

I often find myself humming/muttering the Uncle F***er song to myself. It's the perfect mantra for someone as zen as a jackhammer.

I am weak with laughter.

A coworker says her husband mutters "anus breath" at people that he's rather disgusted with.

South Park has permanently scarred me. I have picked up entirely too many Cartman-isms. I especially like yelling "BEEFCAKE" at a guy in my office who goes running on his lunch hour.

I really could have used that phrase about 4 months ago, before I quit my job.