All of this is going to be unfair isn't it? I can already tell what this blog will become: A panoply of caricatures, a hitlist of colleagues whose idiosyncracies are exaggerated and redefined as flaws. The stretching of bumpy Jewish noses. The amplified accent of syncopated Latina chatter. The rotting-Ganges stench of microwaved Indian lunches.
But this is where the resemblance to one icon stops and another begins. Red's voice, much like the Fraggle now, is also quite sharp and grating, the way air sounds as it is released from a balloon whose opening is pinched and stretched tightly. The sound is unique in the animal and musical kingdom. Perhaps a warbly reed instrument, like a bassoon made of rubber.