who the hell is THAT?
February 4, 2009
I like Woody Allen movies, despite the fact that, recent trend notwithstanding, they tend to focus on a short neurotic Jew who is obsessed with love and death. All filmmakers should aspire to his oeuvre. And no, I’m not being sarcastic.
One of my favorite Woody Allen movies (which happens to be about a short neurotic Jew who is obsessed with love and death), is Antz.
Anyway, there’s an awesome scene in Antz where Z (Woody Allen) is about to get stepped on by a HUGE tennis shoe that has a HUGE penny stuck in some gum on the bottom of the shoe.
As an enormous Abraham Lincoln fills the sky and grows bigger and bigger, Z says “Who the Hell is THAT?”
Well, using the facilities here at work this morning, I couldn’t help but notice all the ants milling about the base of the bowl, below the wall mounted bowl, and anywhere else they felt comfortable. I’m not here to talk about WHY there might be ants milling around the toilet in my work bathroom. Seriously. Not this day. But that is a deserving topic.
Anyway, as I contemplated the ants, I suddenly wondered, you know, from THEIR perspective, were they having a “Z” moment? And was I Abraham Lincoln to them?
But, you know, instead of Abraham Lincoln, it’s me. And instead of the base of my shoe, it’s just, you know, the base of ME.
So I guess they’re saying “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”
I feel bad for the ants.