It was this one:
The Razor-Clawed Kenkel himself.
Tips to protecting yourself from the Kenkel:
1) Do not visit his sketch comedy group in Ithaca.
2) Do not get into a pretend martial arts fight with him.
3) Do not let him slash at your face with his Razor-Claws.
4) Do not have ridiculously weak skin or something.
I wish I had a digital camera to convey the horror. Oh yes. There was blood.
Damn you, Kenkel. I will have my revenge.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
A Skits-O-Phrenic Ripped My Face Off
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Sometimes a father needs to report a cute story about his son:
When he was about 2 or 3 Geoff had already developed a pathological queasiness related to anything that remotely resembled gore. Blood? He couldn't even say the word.
If wounded in battle (battle being the normal existance of a 2 or 3 year old), before determining whether it was time to panic and or cry Geoff would inquire of Mommy or Daddy, "Does it have color?" If answered in the affirmative, it was then that Geoff would decide how to respond.
At 4 or 5 he had become so bold as to re-phrase, "Is it red?"
When 7 or 8 he actually could say, "Is it bleeding?" But still not able to look for himself to see if indeed "it" was.
So it is with relief that I read the above post. Geoff seems to have taken another step. Although he seems to still have the need to objectify his experience, nevertheless he is getting closer to it.
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Strangely enough, anyone who posts anonymously on this blog becomes Geoff's father.
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