Monday, November 07, 2005

Which State elected Lt. Governor DuBois? Let's call it Mohiowyomindelarizoklafornewashintennebralaskanas

I've previously complained about what's wrong with TV Show synopsis sites (one of the earliest posts on this blog) and viola! Someone has fixed it.

Mirabla dictu!

{William Did you just do a clip show a la Family Ties?}

Remember when SNL had Justine Bateman as a guest and they did a clip show of the previous clip shows as a skit...

That was almost less funny that Mumford the Magician's trademark like "a la Peanut Butter Sandwiches." I always hated Mumford... always doing magic and messing things up. You start out with a vexing but manageable issue like... your shoes are merely untied. Then (and before you can protest) its all "a la peanut butter sandwiches" you've been turned into a talking Rutabega and it's extremely windy, so much so that Grover flies by ("Hey Froggy ba-beeeeeeeeeeee...) I always wanted to stand up from my Legos and shout "Mumford, you are completely incompetentl! Why don't you practice your craft properly? First perfect your tricks before you go subjecting other people to your negligence."

One would think that I would have a similiar problem with Grover's carelessness as a waiter, or his ineptitude as a super hero, but it has always been easy for me to forgive Grover for his human foibles (furry blue monster foibles, you mean!) and appreciate him for the cute fuzzy friend that he is.

I suppose there is a life lesson here. Something about, I should see the Grover in Mumford and be a Kermit to the world.

Actually, the lesson is that the show was actually called "Frank Leaves for the Orient" and not "Frankie goes to the Orient". I must have gotten mixed up with that 80's band... "Devo"

So maybe the punchline is that I'm really Mumford? Maybe the punchline is that one should ask not for whom the Peanut Butter Sandwiches are invoked in magical form, for it thee invoked ... is.
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants