Interlude

[Lights come up on two people. Both causally dressed, both completely normal-looking, except that one of them is sprawled on the floor, with their guts strewn hither and yon.]

Dude.

Yeah, what?

Dude! You were totally eviscerated.

Ow. Ugh. Too many syllables. My head hurts, and my guts ARE IN MANGLED GOBBETS ALL OVER THE FLOOR WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?!

I just told you. You were totally evis--

Stop! Just.... stop. Okay. [finds and starts unraveling pile of duodenum, stage right] Now. What exactly happened?

So, you had this idea. It was a really cool one, but it was a little mushy and half-formed.

Uh huh.

And you ran it by a few people individually...

Uh huh.

....and they thought it was awesome, because you gave them context for explanation.

Uh huh. [starts looking for colon, stage left] Still not seeing the WHY I GOT EVISCERATED part yet.

Then you got cocky and decided on doing it as an advice column.

Dear Abby. Yeah. Dumb move. [still looking for colon]

And then, Mr. Smart Guy, you decided to publicly post it in your LJ.

Yeah. Well, it's only in implementation that the imperfections--

Yup. Brooks. Mythical Man Month. You thought I didn't know that, Mr. Chest-Explodey.

Where do you come up with this crap?! [irritatedly starts trying to stuff duodenum back in, fails]

Dude. Relax. It all fit in there once. Anyway, yeah. You put it up there, didn't explain yourself, didn't give any context, went to sleep, and woke up with finding that twenty different people painted a collaborative version of Guernica with your digestive bits.

But.... GAAH! [in frustration, he gives up for the moment and piles viscera in the form of Devil's Tower.] This means something. This is important.

DUDE! Come back to me.

WHAT?!?!? What the hell am I supposed to do now? I've got hundreds of people out there who now think I'm a complete moron! Grrrrrrrr.......

Calm down. First? Put your guts back in. Really. [holds up Grey's Anatomy] I found a diagram.

Okay.... [starts aligning guts appropriately]

Next? I'd suggest you stop being cute and write what you actually meant to write, which is what a lot of people said you should have written and what you thought you wrote but you didn't.

Wha?

Try doing it again, without being a smartass.

Oh.

[lights down]

(TO BE CONTINUED)