The sorcerer dozes off and you decide to put on his hat and get the broom to clean the place by itself.
…you see that the plumbers/caterers/icemen you hired are three squabbling men with bad haircuts.
… you try to pull the rip cord and realize that it’s your bookbag you’re wearing.
…you notice a spiderweb in the corner of the room…and it has the words “Get Out” woven into the web.
…a fat guy, working for a rival company, just cut off the power to the entire theme park.
… you start having chest pains, and you have to ask Ellen Ripley to help walk you to the medical bay.
…The Blue Screen of Death[sup]TM[/sup] simply lists the error code as: “All your CPU are belong to us.”
… someone you just met offers you a blue pill and a red pill, and fully expects you to just blindly swallow some unknown drug.
…you have a private audience…with Carrot Top…
…you move into your new house, and discover you can carry on a conversation with it.
…your kid seems very interested in tv, especially when there’s nothing but static being broadcast.
. . .you look down and EAT is tatooed on your stomach, and you can’t remember the laste time you ate. . .
While hiking in the woods, you hear a twig snap and are foolish enough to ask “who’s there”.
Your show just got the Friday night 8 PM slot on Fox.
:rolleyes:
You get on any form of public transportation and see George Kennedy on board.
…You find yourself saying “Well well Mr. Bond…prepare to die…”
…you have a sword and you hear someone saying " My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die…"
…your wedding band suddenly appears engraved with strange writing when you drop it on the stove…
Hey! A Lileks reference. Cool.
OK, here’s mine:
You’re just hired as the new drummer for Spinal Tap.
Ringo Starr is forming a new rock band…and you get to be the drummer.
Your plan for world domination is coming to fruition.
You are black and in a horror movie.
An electronic device you depend on has AI.
. . . you look in the mirror and you don’t see your reflection.
. . . a quaint little old lady named Miss Marple visits your hometown.
. . . a Belgian with an egg-shaped head takes an interest in you.
. . . Horace Rumpole turns you down as a client.
. . . an out-of-date British police box materializes next to you and you live in the States.
And the surest sign of trouble of all:
. . . cjhoworth tells you she loves your sitcom!
CJ