el poacho ranchero el whaleo

lately, i've been thinking a lot about my childhood. specifically the tv of my generation. it seems like you can talk to anyone of the same age and from different geographical locales, and they all remember the same shows. when i was really young, i remember such tube-a-matic gems as the snorks. apparently this show was so short lived that wikipedia has no entry on it. kind of a travesty if you ask me. i really enjoyed those crazy headed, uh, beings and their wacky far out adventures. the epi i remember best is entitled "Tooter has a fish on the bus". fantastic. another show i watched religiously was the gummi bears. i even had a doll of gruffy - the show's cranky character. i believe i was given this 'cause of my uh, sunshine-y disposition. i know that may have been a bit of a shock for those of you who don't really know me all that well. but i was a cranky child. i've mellowed out now tho. really i have. i still wanna shiv everyone all the time, but i restrain. partly cause it's not kosher in today's society and partly cause i enjoy an un-incarcerated type of existence. prison is smelly and boring and many ladies would like to make you their bitches. so i guess our stupid justice system does work - in a round-about kind of way. but maybe you like being someone's bitch. maybe you're tired of using your brain all the time and just wanna zone out, be told what to do. more power to you, i guess. i, however, enjoy being near the top of the food chain. i'd have to shiv a lot of broads to be tops in jail. not that i'm opposed to that much carnage. i picked up a giant raw turkey breast this weekend with out retching. it felt all cold and dead, so i guess i just got used to it. oh, that and i killed a hobo.