last night the TTHM and i talked about the benefits of Creamette vs Barilla because these are the kinds of earth-shattering, life-altering things we like to discuss.
he was going on and on about triticale and Barilla and i think that might have been when i had to stop paying attention for a few minutes.
But then he leaps in with:
“In the Star Trek episode the trouble with tribbles, the tribbles were eating the Enterprise’s cargo of quadrotriticale.”
“what?” i said.
“quadrotriticale, that’s what the tribbles ate.”
“you can’t even remember my name, but you can remember what the tribbles ate?”
“well, you know i did see that episode when it originally aired in the spring of 1967, no, wait 66-67, 67-68, yes, in the spring of 1967. and i’ve probably seen it about ten times since then.”
“you’ve known me for almost a year!”
what does this tell us? absolutely nothing, i just felt like sharing. and you can bet your sweet ass when i’m on final jeopardy and they ask what the tribbles were eating, i’m gonna be bringing home the bacon.
And they died from eating it. It was poisoned by Klingons. Also, tribbles are naturally agressive towards Klingons. And Cyrano Jones was played by Stanley Adams, who played Rusty Trawler in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”.
I’ll shut up now.
so which one is better? barilla or creamette? that’s what i want to know!
silly…barilla of course cause it rhymes with gorilla whereas creamette rhymes with smurfette or something…
and the misquoted ‘ten times’ was actually ten bazillion because like really i did nothing but watch tv until i was twenty.
oh…and considering i’m just a ficticuous character in someone’s blog, how dare you rag on me for not remembering your name…who are YOU?
Isn’t Barrilla that box of stuff the hunky pasta god brings to your door if you’re cute and make stiff spaghetti? I have a guess too about Creamette, but it may be improper, you know relating to Jodi’s euphemism–“spooj”. As it ages, it turns into Creamora.
Insofar as remembering names, when you’re the age of people like TTHM, according to a guess based on his taste in music, you’re approaching the border of short term memory loss, please have pity and compassion for us, and ask us questions about songs, television, and the candy favorites of our youth.
Hey Dweebie and TTHM, what are your favorite songs? Was, or was not, music perfected by BTO and Grand Funk Railroad?
How about your favorite television shows? (I was, in fact, the first wireless remote control: My dad would hit me in the back of my head and tell me which channel he wanted to see… which one of the 4 there were at the time.)
Also, in your youth, what was your favorite candies? The original Mars bars? The “Reggie” bar? Perhaps “Charleston Chew”?
I liked Procul Harum’s Whiter Shade of Pale, the whole CSN&Y’s black album, the Beatles White album, Beatles Come Together, Cold Turkey, Moody Blues-Tuesday Afternoon, any Joni Mitchell, OOhh…Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On, the Turtles’ So Happy Together, Iron Butterfly In a Gada Da Vida,The Kinks You Really Got Me, Jerry Garcia and the Dead, Allman Brothers, Eric Clapton, Steve Windwood & Cream. In high school we were learning about Jethro Tull in European History and got tear gassed at their Red Rocks concert.
I liked grape Sweet Tarts, those licorice roll things with a red center, Bit o’Honey, and candy cigarettes. Ohh and those big red waxy lips, those were cool. Remember the commercial “Open Wide for Chunky!!!”, it used to be on during Mighty Mouse cartoons.
Sky King used to bug me because he always left Penny at home during the dangerous manuveurs but would take some visiting boy with him. I had a crush on Hoss from Bonanza.
We only had four channels too, wait we had pbs, so that makes 5. Our weird science type neighbor had devised a wire attached to a pill bottle with a switch in it that would turn the sound off during commercials, but I like your Dad’s remote, I hope it hasn’t caused permanent damage though! Maybe that’s why men like to be in charge of the remote, it’s just an outgrowth of the slapping the kid’s head routine, just kidding, I like men.
I just think it’s sad that kids today will miss out on the staticy/snowy “cherrr-ke-cherrr” you get from rotating the big channel dial (UHF of course… VHF was boring news) and hitting the frequencies where there were no channels. If nothing was on TV, you went outside to play or you read something. I almost wish we could go back to those days.
On clear days, we got channels 9 and 32 out of Chicago. That SO rocked.
Chunky commercials were great, but the Godfather’s Pizza ones trumped them every time (The pizza you can’t refuse.) The king-daddy of them all were the Empire Carpet commercials… “Five eight eight, two three hundred… Empire!”
I firmly believe the world was a better place in 1978.