For those with Fear, who need a sidekick.

This was for a friend, and was a comment on their blog elsewhere, but since I had fun writing it, I’m posting it here, too:

I’ve always liked the line from one of the incarnations of Black Adder:

“I have no fear. I stuff icecubes down the SHIRT of fear.”

I think what you really need is one of those dancehall reggae guys to ramp you up before you head out for the day. He can say a whole bunch of really amazing shit that doesn’t make any sense (but sounds cool anyway) and then ends with “HEAR DISS!” right before you go out and do your thing.

Oh, and tell your fear it’s surrounded. If/when the shit starts flying, and fear looks like it’s gonna maybe win at the end of the movie *anyway*, I’ll be the TomWaits/KrisKristopherson character: holding a detonator in my teeth while tossing you two freshly loaded ’45s (silvered, of course, to go with your adamantium nails, don’t you know), and grinning like a damn fool.

I also suggest watching Trinity’s opening of the Matrix over and over and over again…

Just ’cause “FUCK YEAH!”