I caught a little bit of Mister Rogers today, while waiting for some pieces to fall into place. I couldn’t tell if it was reruns of old episodes or if what I was watching was made in this century. But damn was it creepy. It was all puppets. It was a skit that featured King Friday and Prince Thursday talking to a bird on a stick that looked like an eighth grade taxidermy project gone askew. There was a women who was also looking for some bird and lamenting the fact that some kid didn’t have a father to teach him music and that she would find this kid a father so the kid could play with all the other kids. just odd. and the whole thing was scored by this out of tune piano that played sparse Sun-Ra type shit: plink-plink-ding-plang-plickity-dang-king-dy. Did I watch this same show when I was a kid?

It made me remember how much i dislike puppets. I really hate them. Clowns too. Why does the world need clowns. I also don’t like people who wear white sun glasses. I don’t like pants. I really don’t like finger pointing, John Grisham novels, parachutes, “The Watchtower” magazine, Dutch Boy paint, etched glass, bad service and the shoes they sell at footlocker.

Sorry for the lapse joel. I mon go tru brudda!