Les Elder Gods sont fou!

[crantz]

So. I'm reading Tintin in Tibet, and other Tintin comics, for research for something. I loves me some Tintin.

But sometimes the translators do take me aback...



It has since been explained to me what that really means. It led to a discussion about Asterix with Ann, which led to the telling of the tale known as The Time Asterix The Gaul Rescued Me From Unspeakable Evil.

Our scene: It's the nineties. I'm still a TinyJohn. Mom liked to take me to this little hole in the wall movie rental place. It had two rooms in the back. One, the kids movie section, was done up like a pretty princess room. I loved it. Beside it, the 'no one under fourteen allowed to enter' sign, was the horror room.

One day I decided to poke my head into the horror room.

What I saw was this: A cardboard stand of Chucky, the evil doll, with a huge pair of scissors. He was about to cut off the head of a scared Jack in the Box.

Well, from that day I would not let my legs dangle anywhere I didn't know exactly what was behind them, because I was terrified Chucky was going to cut my legs off with scissors.

I've had weirder phobias. Let me tell you how I'm afraid of windshields sometime.

But I digress. How did I solve the problem of Chucky's desire to divest me of my legs? Well, I used logic, readers. Sort of.

I sat down to myself and said. What is Chucky? Chucky, I said to myself, is not real. Chucky is only from a movie. You know who else isn't real? Asterix. You know who would totally rescue me from that asshole Chucky? Asterix. So it was decided in my tiny mind that if Chucky did get at me, well... Asterix would beat the crap out of him.

It worked.

And that was storytime with John.