on being Elmer Fudd

On Saturday I went for a jog. I'm moving along, enjoying the (relative) warmth & sun when I notice that the scenery looks awfully familiar.

And something's wrong.

The scenery isn't moving.

So I look down, and discover that I'm running in place on a patch of black ice. I slowed down to a walk, and gingerly stepped off of it. Then I kept running.

I was happy that I didn't land on my ass, but I felt that it would have been appropriate.

I was struck by the simultaneous applicability of "You wascally wabbit!" (well, specifically a piece in which Bugs described how he made those speed lines occur in the air) & "To move quickly, slow down.".

Dueling zen masters Warner & Suzuki. Film at 11...