my blog has become one long trip down memory lane lately. i must be going through some kind of turn back time phase. damn you, cher. this morning, as i drank my coffee and attempted to recollect what i could have possibly done last night that would cause a bruise on my palm, my brain began musing over children's programming from my childhood:
"hello my name is simon"... mr. do-bee... picture-picture... the yip-yips and the twiddlebugs.
i was not the sit on the couch and watch the tv type as a child. i was in constant motion. except when mr. rogers came on. that show was like a visual tranquilizer. i waited patiently while mr. rogers changed his sweater, tied his sneakers and fed his fish. the whole time i was watching his hands, waiting for him to push the magic button that sent the trolley into the neighborhood of make-believe. i had no use for the people portions. i loved me some puppets. now looking back i can't help but focus on lady elaine fairchilde... what the hell was up with her? i'd like to meet the puppet maker that designed her freaky-ass face. bad case of roseacea? or is there a permanent imprint on her smock from her hip flask?
and yes, she is on facebook.
ps... is it weird that the only thing i remember from attending years of "health class" in school is the video of the narcoleptic dog?
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