Midwestern Musings

In a tribute to those musicians and storytellers, both current and nearly forgotten, I’ll provide a folk music lyric to begin my musings.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

And They All Look Just the Same

Little Star Treks on my TV
Little Star Treks look so ticky-tacky,
Little Star Treks, Little Star Treks,
And they all look just the same.*

Perhaps it’s the fever talking, but I hate daytime television. From the Jerry Springer ringside fiasco to the doldrums of daytime “dramas”,to reruns of bad science fiction, I hate them. People who watch these shows should receive free therapy. I’m glad I have a day job, and don’t have to watch them on a regular basis. But today, I have what the medical professionals call “the flu”. I call it Intestinal Vulcanism. (use your imagination)
But, because I am stricken with the above malady, I am forced to watch daytime television at its best. (By forced, I mean my only option is listening to feline hygiene noises that will cause more eruptions…’nough said.)
Through the delusions of fever, I now have good blog fodder. If I could just concentrate long enough to type….


*Sung to the tune of
Little Boxes