Are you happy to see me or do you have Kottke going through your liver?
I read this and immediately thought, what are the consequences of Kottke in the liver? How else could it get there? How do you get rid of it?
“I’m sorry Mr. Grey, but your liver has Kottke going through it. Am I sure? Sir, there’s no mistaking that yellowish-green in your core sample. No no, dark green is bile; too much of that is a sign that a patient may be experiencing an overdose of Fox News. The best way to treat Kottke in the liver is to visit a lot of sites which still use tables instead of CSS for their designs. Yes sir, if you avoid simple web and usability standards for the next couple of weeks it should clear right up.”
A horrible mix-up at Salvatore’s 24 hour diner/operating room: “Hey, you got your liver in Kottke!” “No, you got Kottke in my liver!” “Wait a minute… I’ve got an idea!”
“SOYLENT GREEN IS KOTTKE!”
“Not tonight dear, I’ve got Kottke in my liver. No, it doesn’t hurt or anything, I just find it hard to think about sex when my head is full of CSS. Yeah, I know, the doctor said that’s one of the side effects.”
UPDATE: I composed a little ditty which works equally well as a blues song (the Kottke in my Liver Blues) or a Shel Silverstein-esque poem:
I love my Apple Laptop, it’s really quite the thing
I paid for wireless with it, so it cost a lot of bling
My little Airport is so cute, it makes my heart a quiver
But woe is me, I didn’t forsee getting Kottke in my liver!
April 3rd, 2005 at 2:22 pm
:rofl: If you had Kottke in your liver, you’d Osil8.