(Yet another trip back to my misspent youth; in this case, March 30th 2007)
Yesterday, as I was basking in the warm, sensual glow of Wikipedia, I learned something that made me sit up straight, raise my eyebrows and say “Huh! Whaddaya know!” several times. What I learned was this:
I say “Fer cryin’ in the mud” because the mom on Bobby’s World did.
You see, I used to wake up an hour earlier than necessary every school morning so I could watch Mighty Max and Bobby’s World with my brother and little sister before we all trudged off to school. Since I can only consciously remember about 12 seconds of Bobby’s World, it never occurred to me that its dialect might have infiltrated my skull.
For any young’uns who don’t recall…
(Music lovers, win 10 brownie points by naming the piece played during the “poorhouse” scene!)
This, my friends, is why you need high media standards; anything you’ve seen could be lurking upstairs, only to emerge 12-14 years later.
Thankfully, we had cable for less than two years of my life. There can only be so much filth moshing in the ol’ noggin…. fer cryin’ in the mud.
How on EARTH did I get up an extra hour early every day? Man! Dude! Seriously! I can barely crowbar my body out of bed now. I wake up early enough to shower every day, but very rarely early enough to eat breakfast. Breakfast is important. I know this. I’ve felt the difference it makes in my life. I miss it sorely.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am at work. I have been since 6:45 this morning, which is pretty miraculous for a sleepy, tousle-headed lump like myself. It’s amazing what a person will do for money… donchaknow!
Did you ever wake up early for cartoons? Would you now?