Hell would be a place where I am never allowed to be alone. A close second would involve living past a normal human life expectancy.
Hell is having all of my HP printers removed from the environment, and replaced with Xerox devices, supported by Xerox techs.
(I support 6500+ print queues for a living, 90+% are HP devices, the rest Xerox, and we recently kicked Xerox techs out of our offices)
Continuous corporate Ethics training.
Listening to a SO nattering on about her dream the night before. Just give me the first ticket to Hell.
For me, hell is a combination of all of my fears…
I would be trapped in a plane, filled with clowns and beekeepers with hives of bees buzzing around.
I recently read a book by Ben Elton, Blind Faith, which was set in a post-apocalyptic society which is my idea of hell. Either that or being trapped on a Central Line tube during rush hour without my iPod or anything to read, *and never being allowed to get off. *
The most intense orgasm you ever had…and it never ever ends.
Icarus Hell is supposed to be a bad place.
My hell would be being forced to listen to comedian Rush Limbaugh all day and Bill O’Liely all night.
Beach Boys. Norman Rockwell. Mickey Mouse. Elvis Presley. Potato chips. Bologna.
MS Windows color scheme. Infomercials. AM radio announcers. Gangsta rap.
… GAAAAAAH! I can’t believe I did that to myself!