"Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead."
- Scottish proverb
Long Story Short: So long, my TV friend.
When I was in college my dorm room was too
small for my drawing table, so I set up shop
in the public room. My habit was to paint
all night in front of the TV, go to morning
classes and then sleep during the afternoon
while my
room-mate
was away attending class. It worked out
great for both of us.
As the dawn
crept in I'd switch to
the local public television station for my
morning chuckle. It wasn't the first time
I'd ever seen Mr. Rogers or Sesame Street
but I began to watch them
with the typical college student's
caustic, ironic
eye, bemused by the childishly simple
stories. It wasn't long, however, before
I began to
appreciate the honest sincerity the programs
displayed and I
didn't
laugh quite as much as before. I still smiled
a lot, though.
After college I didn't have time for such
trivialities, busy as I was with work, girls,
and life. But I remember when Mr. Hooper
died.
=mike=
100%
Free Bonus Snark!
Oh, crap... I need something political
here. Aw, hell,
Keith Olbermann's always good for a laugh.
Extra
Bonus Snarkaliciousness
She can't be that dumb, can she?
Can she? (She is.)
Today's
Google Chow.
"Is anyone here experienced in being miniaturized,
injected into a human body and then surgically
removing a blood clot with a high-powered laser?"
"Holmium or CO2?"
Ronald's twisted habit of tormenting the unemployed
came to a sad end one morning when he chanced to
anger a psychotic ex-employee of Fermi Labs, who
subsequently introduced his rectum to the intimate
acquaintance of a medium-sized autoclave.
