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I never cared much for MTM. I prefer ‘Leave it to Beaver’ which is on TVland today for about 5 hours.
And quit calling us ‘natch’. :p

Five hours of Leave it to Beaver would give me diabetes. And you won’t let me call you “shirley” either. 🙁

I have no idea what you’re talking about. Happy Columbus day though. This is the first I’ve heard of it.

First you’ve heard of Columbus Day? Here – let me explain:

Back in 1492 or whatever there was this dude – like, over in Italy or sumpin – named Chris Columbus. He managed to talk Ferdie & Isabella (the Head Honchos over in Spain) to bust loose with some bucks and boats (um, the Neener, the Pooter, and the Santa Mama Mia) so Chris could go look for new routes to India and the curry he was cravin’.

But instead of gettin’ to India (and curry!) he rammed up against North America (which was in the way then – and still is!) – well, the Islands or sumpin anyway – and declared “Here are some folks we can subjugate and force into our philosophical meta-narrative! Hot damn!”

Later he found out they only had corn to offer, so he went home.

And that’s why we celebrate Columbus Day here; Otherwise we wouldn’t have popcorn.

Yeah, but you’d know Sergeant Bilko, wouldn’t you? It never ceases to amaze me the CRAP television the US exports, and the really good stuff we don’t.

Columbus Day varies in big-dealerie around the country. It’s a big holiday around these parts, probably because of the large Italian population. Anyhow, our home office got the day off, but we didn’t 🙁

Apparently history has changed since I was in school, McGoo. I heard, on the radio this morning, that ole Chris came this way not to find a trade route to his curry but to get rid of a bad STD he’d picked up somewhere.

Subjugation of a different sort you could say.

Damned revisionists anyways.

If they hadn’t moved to the apartment building, we never would have gotten Carlton the Doorman.

Oh wait, that’s Rhoda. Or something. Never mind.

That was “Chris Columbus II: The Revenge of the Crab Lice”. He swapped smallpox for syphilis with the natives.

Oh, wow. I just noticed that mailman to the right in the background. That reminds me of that hilarious video of the mailman who is obcessive-compulsive (or whatever – I call ’em all “Tharn”) who checks a street mailbox for mail – and then rechecks it about 50 times. He actually tried to walk away several times but just. can’t. do. it.

Its pitiful – but funny, too. I think I shall search for it….

Tharn? Well, Columbus Day had one great pleasure for me: someone came to my blog by searching “Flex Plexico.” What joy. 🙂

Goin’ tharn–my favorite pastime. A day without Goin’ Tharn is like a day without Batshit Crazy.

McGoo, you senile old coot — that was on this blog.

One of the funniest shows ever produced. Jerry the dentist from “The Bob Newhart Show” directed a bunch of em.

I know, I conflate my adolescence with this program.

but I laughed my ass off, and I don’t care how old I was, or anything else. One of my favorite TV memories.

I was ten when this show began. Whenever I hear the Season One theme song (“how will you make it on your own?”) suddenly I’m ten again and the answer is, “I DON’T KNOW!!! O GOD HELP ME, I’M GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH!!!”

MTM is the reason I’ve taken every job ever offered to me.

I am not a coot! No – wait. Yes I am! I forgot.

Ya know – sometimes “duh” just doesn’t cover it. Today is not my day: and I’ll spare you the details.

But it was a good video. Even though I would have sworn on a stack of bibles (or whatever) that the guy actually walked away at least once and then came back. But he doesn’t on my link.

I like Tharn.

Its better’n The Filter.

Yeah, I remembered it that way, too…that he walked away and came back a couple of times. But I remember him walking off into the background, when his mailtruck is actually to the left of the shot, so that can’t be right. I wonder how long his day is, if he does that at every box?

OCD scares the shit out of me. People who have the full-blown version *know* they’re being crazy, but they have to do it anyhow.

Damnit – that’s what I remember, Weas. He closes the box and steps away a couple times – then comes back and unlocks it all over again. I wonder if there are two different cuts to the thing?

Or are “they” jes’ messin’ with me again? Its a conspiracy, I tell ya….

BGG-

“Flex Plexico”?

Even though I see it on Google with my own beady blue eyes, I refuse to believe someone really has that for a name. It’s like being called Clutch Cargo or Bertha Butt or something. It simply can’t be real.

Hey! What was Clutch Cargo’s boys’ dogs name?

I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I actually have been in such a good mood that I did dance steps and jumped up on a lightpost to swing around it like in Singin’ in the Rain. (I got paint all over my hands and had to go wash them.)

The cool thing about having OCPD (as opposed to OCD) is that you’ve convinced yourself that your perfectionism and need to control everything and double-check everything make you a better, happier, more successful, more productive person.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go make sure that every pen in the house is capped and that any clips on the pen cap are lined up with any words on the barrel and that all the pens are arranged by color and type and facing the same way in the drawer and that any dry pens have been thrown out.

(I am kidding. I do keep my pens and other desk supplies pretty organized, though. And the clip lining up with the words on the barrel thing is also true.)

Mrs. Peel –

I would line all my pens and pencils up – but “they” would just mess them up again when I slept.

MT M’s are such a rarity these days.
Heh™

Happy Columbus Day Stoaty.

Hmmm….the folds of my sheets must be sharp and crisp, the towels must be folded with the ‘right’ side facing out, the underwear in my drawers (heh) are stacked in neat rows like soldiers, the dishes go in a certain spot in the dishwasher, the food in my pantry lined up – faces forward.
But, the dustbunnies dance the Nutcracker suite with various articles of my children’s attire and bookbag contents throughout the house…occasionally dining on fallen Cheerios, bread crumbs, and hardened splats of sauce.
Piles? Yes, I have piles. Don’t you friggin touch my piles or I will never be able to find anything.
Ahh…the sweet neurosis within my skull.

S. Weasel–

I took a stab at explaining that Russian road sign.
Interested what you think.

Ignore my bad transliteration. I do Russian or English fine, but get mixed up when I transliterate.

Happy Columbus Day–Oct 12 is the real day.

Oh, that Columbus. Got it. Yeah, he ‘discovered’ (what would later become) the leader of the Free World.
‘Hi, my name’s Chris Columbus – you’re no longer lost, I’ve discovered you!’
‘What? We weren’t lost. We’ve been here for hundreds of years.’
‘Quiet you.’
Since I grew up in the 80s (or started to at least) my US TV consisted on things like Airwolf, Fall Guy, Knight Rider, The A-Team, Automan. You know, the cool stuff.

Was Knight Rider the reluctant vampire?

Steamboat – I believe you’re thinking of one of my favorite Allman Brothers’ songs:

I don’t own the clothes I’m wearin’
But I’m beyond the point of carin’
I’ve got just one more silver dollar
But I’m not gonna let them catch
No, I’m not gonna let them catch
The Midnight Rider……

Knight Rider sounds more like some medieval kinky movie…..

As for personal, er, foibles, I’m famous actually for the most paper-stacked office in the place, ( My motto: If you collect enough paper, it’ll stop a bullet) but my cars must be immaculate. Similarly, the house is scattered with magazines, but my clothes must be carefully pressed.

Oh, and I woke up this morning with this little ear worm going through my head:

Marsey dotes and dosey dotes and little lambsy divey
A kiddly divey, too — wouldn’t you?

There is no plausible reason for this…. not even flashbacks. I’ve had flashbacks but they only go to the late 60’s never to the 40’s.

I have never had a public meltdown however. never, Never, NEVER!

As a child of the 80s myself. I loved Moonlighting and the Bob Newhart show. Larry, Darryl and Darryl were my favorites. Looking back, these seem like rather grownup tastes for a pre-teen?
I loved The New Gidget show on Saturdays.
I have been only able to sneak guilty little snippets of sweasel lately. Cramming for tests and writing papers Bah! When I was in my undergraduate program I forced myself not to read anything fun unless my “real” reading was done first. It was a sad couple of years for me because “real” reading sucks. This time I am allowing myself a few pleasures, until I fall completely off the wagon.

That’ scary, Lokki! No shit – that marsey dotes song was going thru my head all day yesterday! Swear to god!

I kept thinking I should do sumpin with it – like paraphrase it into some Weaselworthy™ poetry or whatever.

…but, I think of it in this fashion:

Maresedoats and doesedoats and littlelambsedivey

Akidllediveytoo wouldntyou?

me thinks the same demon speaks to ya both!

Em, er, actually, I’m wondering you got your medications from Owlsey’s cousin too….
Bear’s Choice

Sigh – Nobody loves me but Akismet – and she may be lyin’ too…..

I can only assume there’s a spamhaus out there with Lokki in the name. It’s uncanny.

Maybe Akismet is Norse.

Did Lokki get Filtered again?

Today is a strange, creepy day. I’m not completely convinced that I’m enjoying it. I could be wrong, though. I may be secretly enjoying it and not know it.

And I thought yesterday would not end….

I’m probably not drinking enough. Sad to say, but its happened before.

Mairzy Dotes, Lokki? Just yesterday I got that exact same song stuck in my head for hours, and for no discernible reason.

Today, unfortunately, it’s Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana” and I know exactly where the impetus for it came from–not flipping channels fast enough on the Tool of Satan aka XM radio!

Good lord! THREE OF YOU had Mairzy Dotes stuck in your heads yesterday? I am stonked! Well and truly stonked…

Testing… testing! Uncle Badger’s Psychic Broadcasting Corporation! Full-scale transmission commences Monday at 8 a.m. with an hour’s compulsive ball-scratching.

Meanwhile, we return you to this afternoon’s music…..

Three of us doesedoating? That’s seriously weird. I bet its all those Islamic Rage Boy haiku. We’re infested or sumpin.

With my luck it’ll be explosive diarrhea next.

…but – thank God – at least its not Copacabana.