Tadpoles, Frogs & Cincinnati
I don’t know how many aliens I could fight with my bare hands before I was overcome. Really, no idea…
But at the risk of sounding overly ambitious I bet it would be quite a few and you know what they say about ambition “Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won’t bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.” How very true….
You’ll have to forgive me, my attention may wander tonight – I’m watching a very engrossing episode of “Policewomen of Cincinnati” yea you heard me… I can actually feel the neurons in my brain dying. Cincinnati, yes that is how desperate regular television has become – New York, OK I buy it – Los Angeles, Yep you got a show – Miami, sure thing, I’m watching… But Cincinnati, the real reason I keep watching is because I keep hoping they’ll get a call at WKRP…. 1021, 1021 suspect is Les Nessman, he’s gone on a shooting spree….
How did we get from fighting aliens to WKRP?
Duh, weren’t you paying attention – it’s like two whole paragraphs I guess it’s true what they say about attention spans… “I can still recall old Mister Barnslow and what he used to say about attention spans – I remember him getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he’d spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he’d yell out, “Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!” We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.” Oh and he used to say attention spans were going down all the time.
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I feel weird today. Not sure exactly how, it’s like I’m out of breath but not in a traditional way, not like I just exerted myself, it’s more of a can’t get enough breath or something – I can take a deep breath but it’s like there just isn’t enough oxygen in the air I take in…. it’s very disconcerting.
Hang-on I’m having trouble seeing the computer screen through this Safeway bag I’ve been wearing, just let me remove it. Oh hey, — breathing has significantly cleared up. I think I’m gonna try not sleeping with the bag on tonight…
Ok – I’m pretty much just typing now, not making much sense, I guess the bag was on a little too tight and for a little too long…
Go forth, and have thyself a swell weekend…