So. I didn't know where to begin with the next. It was in the midst of a discussion of Halloween appropos movies, but the following made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe (around Corwood's post, though I was already well on the way to asphyxiation):

edited because I screwed the link up, and D. reposted the whole relevant exchange.

Don't think that link goes where you think, Frank.

Don't think that link goes where you think, Frank.

Huh? When I click it, it starts where D. first mentioned BRIDE OF CHUCKY. I figured a LITTLE context in this case would work better.

Does it go somewhere else for you? Corwood's post was when I started turning red and crying from laughing (JZ's later post didn't improve my cardiac state much either), but it was the lead in(s) that built up to it.

It links to markpost, Frank.

Here, I'll format it up for ya, Frank. I'm only the setup, so it's totally not crass.

Discussing funny "horror" movies in Movies.

D. Griswold: If you want unintentional (I think, anyway) comedy, go with Bride of Chucky.

DavidS: It was pretty intentional.

Matt the Bruins Fan: Yeah, you don't show Chucky running Brittney Spears off a cliff to a fiery death in the movie's trailer and then follow it up with John Waters saying "God bless the little people!" unless you're aiming for laughs.

Sue: My friend Janet was in Bride of Chucky.

DavidS: My friend Phil's girlfriend was the Bride of Chucky.

Sorry. But how often am I really going to get to say that?

ita: As rarely as possible, hopefully.

Corwood Industries: If it were me, I'd drop it all the time.

"Say, David, have you filed those TPR reports yet?"

"I'm on my way right now. Oh, and my friend Phil's girlfriend was the Bride of Chucky."

Raq: I called this out during a preview: "Hey! That's my friend's friend's girlfriend!"

JZ: Every time I step out of the shower and towel myself dry, I find myself wondering, "Is this the towel that toweled dry the Bride of Chucky's hair?" It makes shower time almost unbearably exciting.

P.M. Marcontell

The thread is dead, but I must share share share the extreme dorkish cuteness of Paul's new game with the Squeak.

Because it is both dorkish and cute.

Step One: make the sign for kiss from across the room.

Step Two: rush towards the baby saying, "KISSES! Kisses for the Squeakaboo!"

Step Three: cover baby face in kisses.

Lillian thinks this is the best game ever, beating out Dance, Monkey Dance and Pull Pete's Finger for thrills and chills.

It links to markpost, Frank.

Huh. Weird.

Here, I'll format it up for ya, Frank.

Thanks! I'll delete the errent link.

Matt the Bruins Fan: Note to self: Reconsider storing bottle of naproxen on desk next to similarly-colored and shaped bottle of white-out.

In Natter:

shrift: I walked into the office this morning to discover some jackhole with a backhoe had severed the network connection between our buildings, and thus we get to spend ALL DAY hooking up the studio across the street with firewire drives full of files.

The only thing that can save this week is if this new snafu keeps me from attending our corporate retreat tomorrow.

Dana: How...exciting. You should pretend you're in a blockbuster movie, or something, and you have to get these files moved because the safety of the country depends on it! I recommend answering your cell phone periodically with the phrase "Hello? Oh, yes, Mr. President. It's quite an honor to speak to you."

TomW: That really works best if you've spent years warning everybody about *exactly this* happening, but nobody would listen! Including the sheriff, who's been taking kickbacks from the backhoe drivers for years.

Now they have no choice but to bring you in to fix the mess they made. But watch out! They'll turn on you the first chance they get.

Frankenbuddha:

You should pretend you're in a blockbuster movie, or something, and you have to get these files moved because the safety of the country depends on it!

Or a Danny Kaye movie:

The Jackhole with the backhoe
Cut the wires for the files...

Dana:

Now they have no choice but to bring you in to fix the mess they made. But watch out! They'll turn on you the first chance they get.

Awesome. You know, she's a techie who doesn't play by the rules. Her partner was three days from retirement when that backhoe driver ran him over. Now she's out for revenge, and god help the people who get in her way.

shrift:

I recommend answering your cell phone periodically with the phrase "Hello? Oh, yes, Mr. President. It's quite an honor to speak to you."

"Copy that, Mountaineer."

TomW:

Awesome. You know, she's a techie who doesn't play by the rules. Her partner was three days from retirement when that backhoe driver ran him over. Now she's out for revenge, and god help the people who get in her way.

"Buzz, whirr..."

In a world of drives... drives made of FIRE! She's going to hook them up... ANY WAY SHE CAN!

"Nooooooooooooo!"

Backhoe: The Revenge. Fall 2005. The network *will* be severed.

And more Danny Kaye references, this time in Buffy/Angel, discussing possible reasons we could have been given for Giles leaving in season 6:

David: Because the vessel with the pestle had the brew that was true. So he got a call from Mildred Natwick and had to sort it all out with the coven of sexy witches.

Strega: So, an addict to the magic led to leaden armageddon, and the Watcher pseudo-father seemed quite callous to the masses?

David: Damn you're good. Then the wicca and the bitca sang a song of love so cunning that the levitation action was better than (be)coming.

Strega: Yikes. Meanwhile, Wesley had to wrestle with Angelus as his nemesis 'cause a flower-friendly Power prayed for people to devour.

David: The worst was when Connor fondled our Cordelia and her mystic memorabilia while the skies were burning red and we clawed our eyes out of our head.