Ode to Elmer Fudd

Wherein Blue rambles about her day... And trust me, I mean Ramble.

Does anyone remember a stand up comic going by the name Mark McCullam(sp)? He did these great impersonations, cartoon voices and the like, back in the late 80's I think. (Maybe early 90's)

Anyway, at work we have something called "Carter Country", a full page banner ad of nothing but hunting equipment. It's assembled every week by a nice lady who's been doing it for ages, which is a good thing because she knows exactly how the client wants it done. (As in, if he's not happy, he'll tell us to move an element a pica to the right. I'm not kidding.) She's had this vacation coming up, so Tattoo Boy (so named because there's so many Aggie tats on his visible skin his internal organs probably look like Easter Eggs by now) has been in training to take over when she's gone.

She went on vacation last Thursday. He took off work the last couple days for... who the hell knows. And at 10pm Friday, I was handed "Carter Country".

It didn't get finished till after 6 the next afternoon... All last night, and all day today, nothing but guns and rifles and knives and scopes and traps and bates and pictures in brochures of ground hogs with bulls eyes painted on their chests and... and... things.

This is where Elmer Fudd comes in.

Since about noon, I've had Mark McCullam(sp) singing "Heavy Metal Fudd"

I'm a guitaw pwayer...
A wabbit swayer...
With a nasty habit...
KILL THE WABBIT!