Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 29, 2023

His endgame: to cry “Time out!” and force his enemy to stand in the corner.

What does he have in his hand?

Mind the gap!

He was the last man standing.

Finding a good chair! It’s what we all want out of life!

The guy was ruthless, and always saying: “I wonder where Ruth is”.

Here, there and everywhere. But especially there where there is a chair.

The musical version of the chair was quite entertaining. The film version, not so much. The electrical version was a killer. Stay with the analog version.

Ippolit Matveyevich Vorobyaninov, having finally found the twelfth chair he sought as empty of the concealed family treasure, considered leaping into Oblivion … but figured he’d sell the story for a book about it, instead.

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https://en.m.wikipedia.Org/wiki/The_Twelve_Chairs_(1970_film)

https://en.m.wikipedia.Org/wiki/Ilf_and_Petrov

he was neither here nor there…

Beyond the Blue Horizon

Awaits yet another day.

Ennui and Weltschmerz bore me,

Mere Existentialism is in store for me.

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I stand not expecting Wisdom

Such Zen Help is not bound to come

Beyond the bland Blue Smog, is Life’s Sum:

A Violet light and Hummmmm …?

…the precipice between inner and outer Froglandia is the most beautiful thing ever…

…some compare it to the precipice between life and death…

…but instead of having to pick…

…Indiana Jones style…

…the correct chalice…

…you get to pick your forever chair…

…there are 23 styles…

…and 14 colors to choose from…

…[including plaid-15!]…

…to the surprise of some…

…many choose a bidet…

…with some only coming with cold water…

…it’s a strange place…

…this twilight zone between inner and outer Froglandia…

…like the Bermuda Triangle…

…or the English Channel…

…or the Halmark Channel after the Christmas season…

…

…I don’t know, Joe…

…the premise is kinda out there…

…would people really watch a show about pickinga chair?…

…George…

…they watch, Ghosts, don’t they?…

…both the BBC & the CBS versions!?!…

…hmmm…

…good point…

I’m gonna have to sit down and think about this one awhile….

He would not sully that greatcoat by sitting in a chair. His enemy knows that and remains patient. There will come a day of casual attire.

The Siege Perilous was a chair at the Round Table. It was reserved for whomever was able to bring back the Holy Grail. Or, in this case, the Super-sized Pickle Candy Cane said to have been left on the sideboard at the Last Supper.

I don’t like standing on the edge of a cliff, because it feels like the force of gravity is trying to suck me over the edge.

For they had the watches, but he had the time.

and grow a pair

" …She knew her Dad was innocent

But the jury didn’t care.

They didn’t have a sofa,

So they offered him The Chair!"

What he found was a toilet seat, so he then outshlt his enemy(a).

a very fine strategy indeed!

Looks like a bear took that chair, but at least he kept his hair.

Don’t go There!

Doing nothing is often the most productive strategy.

Da-mned! I just knew I should have brought that collapsible chair! Now I have to find a crate or log or whatever……I’m running out of patience out sittting the enemy.

Look behind the green curtain.

Great! No need to explain, thought citizen cane.

there’s no business like slow business

He has met the enemy, and it is he. The abyss precipice, one would be remiss to dismiss ones fears with a hiss, better to embrace the liminal space with a kiss.

♫ Anywhere you can sit, I can sit longer. ♪

♪ I can sit anywhere longer than you. ♫

Am I wasting time? My “check engine” light is on …!

( NOT flashing though, so I’ll wait )

Sounds like a deep-seated problem.

“From the lowliest peasant to the mightiest pharaoh, who doesn’t enjoy a good sit?” (Mr. Burns, “The Simpsons”)

I think this is my life story.

…and find something lovely to put in his hair

“As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn’t there, Nor legs nor back, but I just sat, Ignoring little things like that.”— William Hughes Mearns

…Captain Hook…

…[retired]…

…just wanted a seat at the table…

…it seemed rich children could achieve fame & fortune…

…just by being young, glamorous and children of powerful parents…

…princesses …

…as if being rich & beautiful was a super power or something…

…millions of kid grew up poor…

…given dreams of frilly nonsense…

…but if Peter Pan taught him anything…

…that it was the poor that were the happiest…

…and that though changed his life…

…life wasn’t about knickknacks…

…chasing the golden ring…

…but being free in your mind…

…whether you were persecuted or spoiled…

…that’s why Hook became a jeeholy witness…

…and knocked on doors…

…and though he didn’t believe in Christmas…

…that Christmas bonus money would come in handy…

I’m hooked.

And suffer the ennui of Waiting for Godot? Just jump, brother! Peace be with you….