For many many years, I didn't watch TV at home. Sometimes I would see it while out, at the gym, in the doctor's office, at a friend's, ya know places where you might see a partial episode of some sit-com, and about 17 screaming obnoxious commercials. About a month ago, I turned the TV on so that I could watch a movie on my VCR. And WOW was I surprised...
See, since I've been here, in Mississippi, on the Farm, for the past five years, I've only had two channels (fuzzy and fuzzier). So when I turned the TV on and a clear picture popped up, I zoned out and got sucked into the drama, drama, drama. The sole channel is a Fox affiliate, which means I get to see such shows as American Idol, 24, House, Drive, Bones, Are You Smarter than A Fifth Grader?, and ya know, Jerry Springer, where I get to see the skanks, ho's, and boneheads go at it...just like going to the local Wal-Mart.
By far the most entertaining (and not in an intentional fashion) aspect is the commercials. In fact, I watched one in particular over and over, paying attention to it every time it played, trying to figure out what the hell the dude is saying. You might have wondered too. It occupied my mind so much so that I Googled it. That is so very sad, pathetic really.
It's the Strawberries and Cream Starburst commercial with the weird lil wired dude with the dutch-boy haircut and the colonial-cut costume. I couldn't figure out what the hell he rapturously sings in joyous climatic screeches. Now, now I know.
And boy, ain't my life more complete now that I know he truly is "a little lad who loves berries and cream"?