Thank you for tuning in to the latest episode of "Saturday" the book updates. When we last left off, our intrepid hero India McGreevy was patiently putting up with tedious edits that, while, necessary to make "Saturday" its spiffy-ist, aren't the most adventurous things to talk about.
It occurs to me that talking about edits instead of being able to share exciting new adventures is like tuning in to your favorite Saturday morning cartoon only to find a re-run. Actually, it's probably more akin to tuning in to your favorite cartoon only to find it's been replaced by a golf tournament. As a kid, golf tournaments on TV were as much fun as soggy vegetables and dental fillings.
Golf: Where fun goes to die. Quietly.
It's Saturday morning as I write this latest interlude, and I'm trying unsuccessfully to not contrast my adult Saturday mornings with the ones of my childhood. The current ones are entertainment bogeys; grocery shopping and floor mopping. Back in the day, I would sit on the couch eating sugary cereal and watching every brain-rotting cartoon I could find.
Brief aside: My mom was overly concerned that I would eat too much sugar. The most sugary cereal she would buy was Honey Nut Cheerios, which, on the Dr. Frankeberry Scale of Sugary Cereals ranks about a 2. Then she would MIX the Honey Nut Cheerios with REGULAR Cheerios so I wouldn't explode from sugar overdose.
(Before & After)
Anyhoo, there I was eating cereal and watching cartoons and basking in my responsibility-free Saturdays. What I didn't understand is that, while I was basking, my parents were bustling about doing all those adult things (by "adult", I mean the variety that includes tax returns and oil changes, not the kind that includes R-rated movies and beer) that currently bogart my weekends. They might have even been happy to not have me underfoot for several hours.
In the words of Homer Simpson: "Man, the kids were a pain. Then we figured out we could just sit them in front of the TV. That's how I was raised and I turned out TV."
Well, I think I'll honor both kinds of weekend today: First, I'm going to do some unpleasant, responsible things like fill out a tax return and watch some golf. Then, to wash the sour taste of golf from my palette, I'm going to eat some sugary cereal in my footie pajamas.
Here's a delightful song by Z-Trip and Supernatural about eating cereal and watching cartoons. It has adult language and themes (and I ain't talkin' about tax returns, neither), so listener discretion is advised.
Until next time, loyal viewers.
Cheers.
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