Tuesday, May 25, 2004

MIND...FADING...

Today, I saw some guy on TV. He looked really familiar. Who was he? How did I know him? He was on CNN, so I knew I didn't know him personally.

Was he a politician? Yes, I thought so. But who was he? My mind scanned itself frantically, looking for the name of this gent. I knew I had seen him lampooned on SNL, but I couldn't even remember which cast member had spoofed him.

Then, it occurred to me. Richard Dean. Who was Richard Dean? No one, apart from 2/3 of a McGyver. This wasn't Richard Dean Anderson, it was Howard Dean.

HOWARD FREAKIN' DEAN!! Three months ago, he was on TV constantly, and now I couldn't even come up with his correct name. Add this to last week's "Richard Marx" incident, and I may need a transorbital leukotomy or something.

Speaking of frontal lobes, my brain's a-thumpin'. What dreams may come, should I sleep and perchance to dream...

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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

MIND...FADING...

Today, I saw some guy on TV. He looked really familiar. Who was he? How did I know him? He was on CNN, so I knew I didn't know him personally.

Was he a politician? Yes, I thought so. But who was he? My mind scanned itself frantically, looking for the name of this gent. I knew I had seen him lampooned on SNL, but I couldn't even remember which cast member had spoofed him.

Then, it occurred to me. Richard Dean. Who was Richard Dean? No one, apart from 2/3 of a McGyver. This wasn't Richard Dean Anderson, it was Howard Dean.

HOWARD FREAKIN' DEAN!! Three months ago, he was on TV constantly, and now I couldn't even come up with his correct name. Add this to last week's "Richard Marx" incident, and I may need a transorbital leukotomy or something.

Speaking of frontal lobes, my brain's a-thumpin'. What dreams may come, should I sleep and perchance to dream...

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