July 3rd, 2002

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Erg. And Then Some.

Not happy. Basically, a rotten mood day. WHy? Because I'm still looking for a job, and still don't have one, and frankly, I'd rather not go work in some fast-food joint. I've lost most of my pride. but I'm not THAT far gone yet.

But apparently, I might as well.

Hell, even this "Killer Klowns From Outer Space" quiz didn't put a smile on my face...
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Fucking coattails. Apparently, since her Dad is "the prince of fuckin' darkness", and some fools at MTV decided her home life was weird enough for their teeny-bopping audience, now Kelly Osbourne thinks she can sing, too?

Make your own way.
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Relivin' The 70's

Just sitting here, thinking back to Saturday mornings...back when there were actually CARTOONS on Saturday mornings (yes, kids, that used to be the way it was, back in the dark ages).

My Saturday mornings were nearly ritualistic in their scheduling and adherance. Up early, 6am, so I could be awake and dressed and tuned in for Kung-Fu Theatre on the local UHF station (pre-cable, baby!) at 6:30. At 8am, grab food quick, and get back for cartoons: Bugs Bunny, Tom and Jerry, Hong-Kong Phooey, Banana Splits, Rocky and Bullwinkle, and, of course, the gamut of Sid and Marty Krofft shows. All culminating at noon with the midday Creature Feature, back on the aforementioned UHF station, and then the mid-afternoon movie at 2, which might or might not have been worth watching.

(*sigh*) The good ol' days. When cartoons were on all morning, and they were more than just 30 minute commercials. I miss the 70's...hell, I miss the 80's.

ANyway, all this reminiscing brought to you by the kind folks over at Land Of The Lost Dot Com.