Can we talk, Tumblr? Can we just, for a moment, set aside our cats—be they grumpy or dressed like Princess Leia—and really share some emotions? Can we talk about what sort of waking NIGHTMARE is evolving in my OFFICE?!?!
Now, I’m not going to claim complete innocence. Yes, on Thursday I may have put a tiny Nic Cage face on the bottom of my co-worker’s mouse. And when she came back and thought her computer was frozen, I suggested that it might be her mouse and then laughed furiously when she found it. And then perhaps I went to another co-worker and taped Nic Cage to her phone, then texted her, “You Been Caged” and watched her reaction when she grabbed her phone.
BUT THIS IS MY ENTIRE OFFICE! There are 15 Nic Cages (including Beyonce-Cage and Weirdly Muscular Woman Cage) spread around. Now, I’ll grant you, Mustache Nic In A Mug is a pretty awesome Nic Cage, and appropriate level of revenge Cage-ing. But to Cage-Bomb my entire office? Well, that is a level of violence bordering on Geneva War Crime.
Do I accept the Cage-Bomb? I don’t believe I have any other choice but to do so. But, as my hero always says, “You may have won this time, G.I. Joe, but I will win the war!” (Yes, my hero has been and always will be: Cobra Commander.)