Jan 25, 2009 02:36
As I waited for the crowd to slowly make its way out of the concert hall Jonathan Coulton has just played at a thought occurs to me.
"Every time I'm in one of these lines I feel like I'm in the middle of Marsh Of The Penguins. It's that back and forth waddle everyone does as they move closer to the exit. All we need is a big fan and a box of instant mashed potatoes to complete the effect."
Then, as we finally get outside... it's snowing. I just had to go and open my big mouth.