--My big problem with the Time magazine 100 Best TV Shows of
All-Time is, of course, the omission of The
Andy Griffith Show.I mean,
what in the tap-dancin’ crap?!Here
are the greatest TV shows of all time:
1. The Andy Griffith Show
2. Seinfeld
…everything else
I think that guy was either purposely trying to create controversy
and, in turn, web traffic, or he’s just some elitist Ivy League snob
who’s far too sophisticated
for Goober, Gomer, Barney and the gang.
In any case, who cares?It’s
just a stoopid list, with an emphasis on stoopid.Right?!
But one more thing before I drop the subject (I’m trying to resist
it, but the guy’s getting under my skin)… Soap
was one of the most overrated TV shows in history.I hated it, even though the hipster newsletter said I was
supposed to pretend otherwise.Here’s
some rare video footage of me watching Soap
in 1978.
The fact that it’s included by Time, says a lot, I think.Soap.Ha!That thing was about
as funny as bladder cancer.Bladder
cancer, I say!
Man, he’s really gettin’
under my skin…What do
you think are the most overrated shows?Use the comments link to tell us about it, won’t you?
--I was sitting in the library
a few days ago, jotting down some notes and listening to Clive Bull,
when I realized there was a man in front of me, trying to get my
attention.
The hell?I removed my
headphones, and shook his offered hand, as he introduced himself:“Hi, I’m Nurse Ratched.”
Wha’?Nurse Ratched, from the
comments section at the site?!I
was completely confused.So
many questions tumbling around in my head…
For one thing, I always assumed Nurse was a girl, or a woman, or
whatever.I know that’s
probably sexist in some way, but tough toenails.Hell, I even had "her" pictured in my mind.Also:how’s he know
who I am?It’s not as if I’m
posting photos of my big fleshy face here day and night…
He said he recognized me from the “donut picture,” this one I
presume, and had actually seen me out and about a few other times, in
places like Target.
We talked for a few minutes, and he seemed like a nice guy.And, more importantly, I didn’t get any axe-murderer vibes,
or anything like that.Always a
bonus.
It’s not very often I’m approached by Surf Reporters; the
possibility never even occurs to me.So
it was cool.We made open-ended
plans to get together for a beer or seven at Jim Dandy’s some night,
and I wouldn’t mind doing it.
If/when that happens, I’ll let you guys know, and maybe we can
fashion some kind of informal Surf Report Summit, or whatever?That would be, um, interesting.
--And speaking of big fleshy faces, guess what just arrived in
the mail?That’s right, our
passports.The guy at the post
office told us not to expect them until January or February, and here
they are in mid-September.Go
figure.
It looks like I’m rockin’ a full-on jiggle-neck in my picture, but
it’s better than the original shots I had taken at Sam’s Club.Those earlier photographs made me appear fat, deformed, and
confused.And that’s not a
desirable result, it really isn’t.
So, at least I’ll always know: it could’ve been worse.
--I was having an email
conversation with Brad last night, and he mentioned that his Gmail
account is at 50% of its limit.He
joked that he might sue Google if it maxes out, because they told him
he’d never run out of space.
This led to us talking about the early internet days, and Hotmail.Remember when they allowed you so few megabytes you’d have to
go in and delete a bunch of crap every few weeks?God help you if you tried to send an attachment; it would
practically crash the entire World Wide Web.
Then I started wondering…What
would happen if I tried to log into Hotmail again?I remembered the username and password, so I gave it a shot.
I literally haven’t used that account in years
but, shockingly enough, it let me right back in.None of my old messages were there, but my account was still
active and operational.
How about Yahoo?I went over
there and did the same thing.The
last time I used their email was at least two years ago, but I use other Yahoo products so I figured my old address would still work.And it did.
But check this out: the messages at Yahoo are all still sitting there.I read conversations I had with old friends in 1998 and 1999,
some of whom I haven’t spoken with in years.There was a big folder from when I was a staff writer at Zine
World, filled with messages from Doug
Holland, a man who’s
apparently disappeared from this planet.
It was kinda eerie wading around in all that stuff, like low-grade
time travel or something.
I had 1108 unread messages, including one from a friend sent just
yesterday(!).And I guess I’d
signed up for some sort of Atlanta Braves mailing list, where they
crank off an email summary at the end of every game. There’s at
least two full seasons of those things piled up, all unread.Heh.
It must be a bitch getting a decent Yahoo or Hotmail address at this
point.Since nothing apparently
expires -- ever.
Have you ever gone back and visited an old abandoned email account?Oh, it’s freaky, man.
--Everybody seems to be talking
about this disgrace from
West Virginia, including the people Toney works with.
One woman, a person my wife sometimes calls “Nancy Lite,”
reportedly said yesterday, “Well, you know, that’s how those
people in West Virginia are.They’re all inbred
mountain folk.I’m serious,
I’ve driven through there, and it was terrifying.”
Well that's simply excellent. I’ll bet money that chick is adamantly opposed to profiling of any
kind, and wouldn't hesitate to climb atop her high-horse about it.
--Here’s a short video Brad
sent along that made me laugh.
--And here’s an article for
my fellow music snobs, called “Shaggy Dogs:Paul Westerberg vs. Ryan Adams.”
--And check this out, Knoebels
was named second-best amusement park in the country, in a recent poll.Cedar Point was number one, in case you care.
But our beloved Knoebels won the best-food category hands-down, and
that is something that simply cannot be argued about.Sweet sainted mother of Wilma Slaghoople!I wish I was there right now.
I have some other stuff scribbled down in my boogery book of fun, but
I just don’t have the will to continue.Screw it.I’ll pick it
up in the morning, and hope you guys have a wonderful day.
See ya tomorrow.
My neighbor sneezed last night
and cut off his hand with a circular saw
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