Perhaps they're being examined by aliens
As a young lass, nigh on forty years ago, I was occasionally tortured by a children's program called "Romper Room". I was a generous viewer in general, but "R.R." was way over my threshhold. The only thing I remember from the program, beyond the deathly boring general ambience, is how the adult female leader of the group of emotionally and intellectually mangled children would pick up a hand-mirror at the end. The mirror was, or became, hollow, and she would stare out through it into the tv camera, saying, "I see Johnny, I see Susie, and there's Jimmy, and Ruth, and Davy..."
Well.....
I don't see Greggy, I don't see Joey, and where's Amber, and Alison, and....
It's odd how these things come in rashes. Perhaps it is an alien invasion.
Well.....
I don't see Greggy, I don't see Joey, and where's Amber, and Alison, and....
It's odd how these things come in rashes. Perhaps it is an alien invasion.
posted by Jeanne at 22:35
8 Comments:
Oh, come now. You certainly seem to see Brendar.
In my town it was Miss Sally. She never saw Brendar.
A lucky break, I'd say. Imagine walking around, feeling all the time as though Big Miss Sally is watching YOU.
A bizarre shared experience, Jeanne. I watched every day, waiting to be seen, and you're right: I never was.
Fearless leader Bargar was a guest on this most horrific of shows. For this reason, I believe that occasional therapy and plenteous bourbon whisky can heal any early childhood trauma. I still get shivers … perhaps I need a belt.
Perhaps you need a belt....perhaps you need a belt.... I think I need a martian translator.
The fog is clearing. A belt of whiskey? As in a quick drink? I guess an American translator would have done here.
Indeedy-do! We "belt" our whisky this side of the pond.
Interesting how we all want to be seen.
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