|Wait, what's a thinking cat?|
And can I eat it?
Put your thinking cats on, y'all. We've gotcha a riddle today.
Ok, so what do these folk have in common?
Bob Hope, Alice Cooper, Steve Martin,
Liberace, Tony Randall, Gladys Night,
and Sylvester Stallone?
Oh sure, they're celebrities, the lot of them. Perhaps some more infamous than beloved. And a few can sing. But not all should (looking at you, Sly). Too easy, though. That's not it.
Need a hint? I'm guessing that this group of folk is random enough that you just might appreciate a connection, if only a raveled thread holding it together.
I'll toss you a few bones here. Let me know when it clicks for you.
- Late 70's television
- A blonde porcine diva
- "Yorn desh born, der ritt de gitt der gue, Orn desh, dee born desh, de umn bork! bork! bork!"
- "Fifteen seconds to curtain!"
Got it? I'm betting most of you could hum the theme song by now... It's time to play the music! It's time to light the lights... For the rest of you, how about ...
One more? Ok, final clue.
- A personable and amphibious emcee with a voice you'd recognize in a web-toed minute.
What did we have on the air waves in the 70's, my Dayton friends? Wasn't it channels 2, 7, 22 and 45? Sound about right? And that was if you could get your little brother to adjust the foil on the rabbit ears and stand right there.
|A national treasure, Kermit|
the Frog grants audience at
the National Museum of
Is that why this brings up all that nostalgic backwash? You had to remember what you enjoyed. Kinda weird now to think of it that way. No do-overs until rerun season started up.
In 1976, The Muppet Show was new and fun, whimsical and silly. And a ridiculously wholesome way to spend an hour. I do miss it. Yeah, I had the guys buy me the full DVD set for my birthday one year, but after the kid moved out the DVD player thing doesn't work right anymore. Funny thing, it only works when he visits back home. You understand, right?
I don't even know which remote to use. Honestly, the kid tried to show me, but when he started using algebra, I had to go back to my Candy Crush game.
So anyway, why do I have y'all road tripping with me down this dirt path off memory lane?
Well, because this.
That's the tip of Holly's tail. It's all twisty around and whatnot. But nevermind all that.
It reminds me of something.
It looks ... muppety.
Do you see it?
It's not just me, is it?
And there he is. The hard luck assistant to Dr. Bunson Honeydew.
Meep Meep Meep, y'all.
Ok, ok, I know what you're thinking. I'm way off base here and obviously in need of more sleep or a deep therapy session or something.
And you're probably right.
Because really, if we looked at this with a cool head we'd all see the truth here.
That tail of Holly's is just a unibrow away from collecting paperclips.
What about you? I carry a long, yet unrequited, amphibial crush for the green fella, with Gonzo as my fall back guy. Whatever the heck he's supposed to be. And Grover, with his Monster at the End of this Book, is just genius.
Who's your favorite?