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June 30th, 2005
01:40 pm - A Few Notes on Bob and Dean. I mean Dean and Bob.
This is a continuation of something that came out of the comments section of yesterday's post about IKEA.
I brought it up at work today. Here are some interesting points:
1. One of my coworkers swears that there's been a Bob's Discount Furniture in Stoughton (future home of IKEA) for years. And years.
2. Another coworker told me that Bob and his trophy wife own an entire compound, you know, like Kennedy-size, in Connecticut.
3. We all agree that Bernie and Phyls is the absolute worst. Feel free to share your most hated B & P commercial. I would love to hear about it.
So, there are still a lot of mysteries swirling around Bob and Dean. The more we think we know, the more we realize that there is so very much to learn. I take back my earlier description of Bob. I said, in the comments section of the IKEA post, that Bob looked like one of the Jordan's Furniture guys. Upon further contemplation, I think he's more like the actor who played the dad in Family Ties. An older version of him. Which, come to think of it, could be like him now. So, not older. Ah, you know what I mean.
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04:49 pm - Baseball Reprieve Continued
What? Finish my work tasks for the day? Okay, but first ...
Here were my top 5 favorite things about the show "Sesame Street":
1. Grover as the Waiter. I loved every single skit involving the blue face muppet with the mustache and the huffing, puffing Grover who always screwed up the order:
2. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-122222222222: It was a pinball machine cartoon that helped us learn to count. Very psychedelic. (I am now thinking that this could have been a feature on The Electric Company, another great show.)
3. The man who fell down the stairs carrying all the pies. I don't think he enjoyed it as much as me.
4. The man who had numbers painted on the top of his bald head. In mustard or ketchup or poster paint.
5. The theme song. Oh, how I loved to sing along to that. Hearing it meant there was a whole new episode in front of you. (The saddest part of the show was when Kermit or Oscar or Snuffy would inform you of the letters and numbers that the episode was brought to you by.)
I had this neat Sesame Street toy. It was like a doll house, kind of, but it folded up and had a handle, so you could carry it around. It also came with little plastic Sesame Street action figures.
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