I can't believe I've never thought about this before...

Does anybody remember that show Bananas in Pajamas?
The one that was about bananas... and pajamas... and bears?


Yeah... uh... Whose idea was that? Who stood up during a brainstorming session at the production studio and said "Okay, you guys.... How bout this? Bananas... but, like wearing pajamas... We'll call it Bananas in Pajamas." And then, after that, who was the studio head that said "GENIUS! Bananas in Pajamas? It'll be a classic! We'll make millions! Get some writers on this immediately!" ?

Just wondering...

Spinning Off

I believe we have reached a new generation of laziness in childrens' programming.

Now, I have no problem with spin-off series as long as they're handled gracefully, but there is currently a show on the Disney Channel called "Timmy Time"


Timmy Time is a spin-off of Shaun the Sheep

Which is a spin-off of Wallace and Gromit

I'm not positive, but I'm thinkin' that it miiiight be a bit of a stretch at this point...

I haven't actually seen Timmy Time, so I don't actually know if it's any good or not, so I'll give it the benefit of the doubt because both Wallace and Gromit AND Shaun the Sheep are awesome. I was just a little bewildered by the fact that it's a spin-off of a spin-off... Don't know how much further you can go before it starts getting ridiculous.

Insanity and Bangs

I've discovered recently that a surefire way of making people think you're crazy is to have bangs.

I have bangs. They are the only part of my hair I ever do; I fix them so they levitate about half an inch from my forehead so they don't touch my skin and get in my eyes and drive me up the wall all day. Most of the time they rest perfectly in position, however, when I walk through doors, or cross campus on a windy day they often get blown the wrong direction -- across my face and in my eyes. This is a minor annoyance, but anybody knows that a minor annoyance becomes a lot bigger if it's constantly present, and so for this reason, I often angle my head in the direction of the breeze so that it blows my bangs back in the right direction. The unfortunate side-effect of this is that I am constantly walking with my head tilted to one side like a confused puppy, veering off my walking course, batting irritably at my face, and jerking my head violently sideways at random.

Judging by some of the looks I get, I can pretty confidently state that my bangs have convinced a good number of people that I am mentally ill. I can't decide if that's awesome or distressing yet.

Hands

"And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell."
-Matthew 5:30

Actually, the right hand and I are doing okay -- we are still bros -- my left hand, however, obviously did SOMETHING to offend me because it is currently covered in more paper cuts and accidental nail gashes than I can count. Hopefully we can make up before I succeed in severing it completely.

Saturday Musings

Call me crazy, but I love going to the Dentist. I really do. Not for drilling or root canals or any of the other horrible procedures the Dentist has up his sleeve, but I really like going in for the routine checkup and cleanings. Of course, I do hate the little metal pick they drag along your teeth when they're checking for tartar or whatever; that part is pure, liquid nightmares.

Anyway, the reason I bring this up at all is because I was thinking about how when the person cleaning my teeth is doing the pick thing, they always wipe it off on my little bib; that always makes me feel a little indignant, like they just came up and wiped something horrible on my shirt... Then I remember that the bib is there for exactly that purpose. And then I feel silly.
Am I the only one?

Lemons

An obnoxious person once said "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." In fact, they've probably said it to you at least once this week, and will again in the near future. Nevertheless if you break it down, it's a good bit of advice -- just try to make the best of life's problems -- good words to live by... Keeping that in mind.... What do you do when life gives you a LOT of lemons? Like... thirty five of them? Cause that's exactly what happened to my family this week:


There are more in the fridge.

So anyway, my mom brings home this bag of lemons that somebody left behind in their room at the manor that my family runs kinda like a hotel (people sometimes leave food in their apartment fridge, and if it isn't tainted or something, my mom brings it home so it wont go to waste.) Upon arriving at my house, this bag of lemons raised a burning question in the minds of all who live here, and that question was "What in BLAZES are we going to do with them?"

Now, if we go back to the old saying, we can find a seemingly logical answer to this question: "Make lemonade." This would be a great solution, but unfortunately, my family doesn't eat sugar. Once you take that into account, the ratio of options to lemons starts looking quite disproportionate.

So here we are with about five thousand lemons and no way to use them, which wouldn't be quite so distressing if we could figure out WHY on Earth the guy who bought them needed so many in the first place. I can not think of a single reason why one person would need to buy out the entire supermarket's supply of lemons. Well... I can think of a lot of reasons, but most of them are stupid, and all the others are insane.
I think that this is a mystery that may never be solved, and it will eventually drive me mad...

Until then, we will be drinking a lot of iced lemon water around here.

My Security Blanket

I have a security blanket. It has cats on it. I sleep with it every night; can't sleep without it. Last time I tried I had to get up and shamble around blindly in the middle of the night trying to find it. As pathetic as that is, I think the kicker is that this morning it actually got confiscated so my mom could (finally) wash it... I was sincerely worried that it will not be done washing before bed tonight.

A Sophomore in college and still object-dependent... My future is looking pretty good, I'd say.