Man, oh, man, oh man! I mighta shot my wad with that last post. I opened a little door into a memory of an ol' Twilight Zone or Outer Limits episode, I think. Kinda like Nick at Night after a visit with Barry Bonds' trainer.* Oh George! Yeah, ya'll, it's still the same George from the previous post. Who is he? Well, he's not the George who was jes' reelected President, nor his daddy, nor the wheelchair bound ex-governor of Alabama, nor the electric low-fat grill promotin' ex-heavy-weight boxer and his seven children all sharin' the name George, but jes' George. No one specific, jes' plain ol' ordinary, no one knows who he is, George.
OK, OK, if ya really gotta envision somebody to make it work for ya, its Curious George, little red hat and all. What? Ya gotta problem with that? OK, the heck with George -- let's jes' go with Barney, by Barney! Already got that vision of that big purple dinosaur stuck in your mind? Ready to give up? I thought, so, by George, I figgered ya couldn't take it for long. Hey, I know 14 out of the last 6 visitors that hit this site have already left by now, but you're still here, aren't ya? Ya really do love me, don't ya? My navel really needs a hug and I am totally helpless to assist the poor little fella. Won't ya give, for a poor helpless love starved navel? It's jes moments a day, jes' wee little packets of time to show your love and affection for my navel's domain. Where's that? You're lookin' at it. Here's lookin' at you, kid! I ain't lookin' that one up. It's on the list. Read My Lips. Often, cause they are always flappin'. End of report.
*I jes' throw stuff like that in here and there to let ya'll know that I ain't ignorant of the big news stories of the day. I read Instapundit, too.
Posted by Tiger at December 2, 2004 11:55 PM | TrackBack