So it’s been awhile since I’ve clocked
in to my editorial composing position here at TDA. (Sue me, sue me, what can you do me?) It’s about 2:00 A.M. and I’m
rotting my brain with some inane speed-dating program some television executive has unfortunately chosen to program. What
happened to those real-life specials with the kids winning talent shows and soldiers discussing war issues? I suppose the
real-life brand of “reality” TV isn’t trendy this week. Darn those suits!
Since
I’m tired almost to the point of delirium, it feels necessary to commence an in-depth philosophical contemplation of
Dr. Demento’s famed number “Fish Heads”. Why don’t fish heads wear sweaters or have to pay for ventures
to the cinema? Is “roly-poly” a term of endearment or a death sentence to the fish head, who will shortly be ingested
by a hungry consumer?
As in the famed lollipop enigma, “The
world may never know.”
German engineering in the house!
Samantha
