I love to make obscure references to stuff. It’s one of the reasons I get up in the morning… or afternoon. Virtually nothing pleases me more than to get a nice so-obscure-it’s-opaque reference into a normal conversation. The feeling of power is amazing.
But.
The feeling is fleeting. The amount of time varies, but the feeling’s demise is sealed the moment that one little phrase is uttered. One tiny little stinking phrase that pops my balloon, puts salt in my water, drops my pizza face down and generally makes me feel like myself again. One phrase.
“What does that mean?”
To be fair, if someone knew what I was talking about, the reference wouldn’t be all that obscure, right?
Life is grand for those few seconds…it truly, truly is. You should try making obscure references… hey, you can even use me! If I am nothing else, I am an obscure reference… with a furry tail.
