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Tuesday, March 05, 2002
Props to JR for celebrating CGM Day with my wife and myself. It was a very relaxing night of dinner, drinks and games. (Thanks to all the well wishers as well. You'll have to come next year.)
I'm uncontent today. Not for any real reason, just uncontent. I'm not looking forward to showering (hey, it's my day off, I can shower late. Get off my back), and then having to choose clothing as I KNOW nothing is going to fit right and I will look dumpy in anything I put on. Maybe it's going to have to be a naked day at Casa De Moore. I don't know, maybe I'm retaining water, my ankles feel fat. Anyone up for French Silk pie?
As far as commercials go, you know I don't watch TV. I find it to be a silly waste of time. Or is that work? Yep, it's work. I got confused there for a minute. I like the Terry Bradshaw/ALF commercial. Oh wait, see I got confused there again. That commercial makes me retch. I think this blogger said it best when he wrote, "I believe it has finally happened. The last frontier has been crossed. The last sacred laws of mankind have been despoiled. The only soul in the universe incorruptible by the tyranny of modern day corporations has “sold out”. I am speaking of course about, ALF. That’s right Mr. Gordon Shumway himself."
A part of my childhood has died here today kids. Along with the passing of the time when newspaper comics used to be funny, and street lights were the signs of curfew, a television icon of my youth has bent over for "The Man", and it leaves me feeling a little older, and a little more hardened towards this Brave New World.
Plus I hate that Bradshaw fucker.
Craig @ 1:04 PM
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