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Aw, RIP Mr. Rogers. I don't know about you, but he was a very important man in my childhood life. He and Sesame Street, man. I remember one time I was upset about something, and crying, and Mr. Rogers was on, and I was angry at him and yelling because he was acting like everything was all right and everything WASN'T all right. I remember shaking my balled-up tissue at him.

In England he came up in conversation and this girl Sarah said "what, that creepy old man?" People in England think he's CREEPY! One more reason why England sucks. Man, creepy, FU. Hey, and here's another thing that I appreciate now that I'm older -- he was a Presbyterian minister. And yet I don't remember him mentioning God or anybody ONCE. So he sort of taught the values of being a Christian or what have you, without the dogma and religious beliefs and what have you. Holy cow does that earn my respect, not many people seem to be able to do that. [Our born-again president springs to mind].


RIP Fred Rogers. The jazz on your show was solid.


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Feb. 27th, 2003 07:22 am (UTC)
Jesus, that story at the top is fucking awesome.

And is there really a rumor about him having tattoos on his arms? 'Cause that's fucking even more awesomer.
Feb. 27th, 2003 07:51 am (UTC)
Man, come to think of it, I also have an emotionally charged television-watching moment from my childhood. I was about four or so, and I went to turn on the teevee, and it just so happened that someone had left the volume turned way up, and my face was really close to the screen, and the first image that came on was a closeup shot of Rerun from What's Happening, screaming, and it was amazingly loud and scary, and I got scared and cried, and my mom came to see what was the matter, and I don't remember her laughing her ass off at me (which, hopefully, she did), but I do remember her turning the teevee off and comforting me. Man, I gotta ask her if she remembers that. That was awesome.
Feb. 27th, 2003 07:56 am (UTC)
You know how in Sesame Street, they would have those shorts? Actually, practically the whole show was/is shorts. But anyway, there's this one that's a cartoon of a guy standing next to an old timey-looking radio, and he's futzing with the dials, and the thing EATS him, and that used to scare the shit out of me.

Also those aliens made out of velour with big mouths, they were practically curtains, the things, and they went "wunhh wunhh wunhh wunhh" and would go "WUNHH WUNHH WUNHH WUNHH" all fast when they got excited, those guys scared the shit out me too!

Also Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker, cuz Beaker ALWAYS got fucked, so I would change the channel when they came on. I changed the channel for all these three things.
Feb. 27th, 2003 08:50 am (UTC)
I remember, once, back when I and my brother were in the realm of around six or eight years of age, my mom had to go somewhere, and turned on the TV so's we'd not destroy the house in her absence. Because she feared for our mental health -- so much trash on TV! -- we were forbidden to change the channel while she was gone.

Five minutes after she had gone out the door, the TV showed a very long segment featuring a stripper dancing about, wearing nothing but pasties. I don't have the slightest idea what the show was, or if aliens just decided to futz with us and briefly broadcast in The All-Pastie-Wearing-Stripper channel, but man, did we ever not get into any mischief THAT day.
Feb. 27th, 2003 01:47 pm (UTC)
Actually the aliens say "yup yup yup" then they imitate the telephone ringing over and over by saying "bbbrrring!". I loved those guys.
Feb. 27th, 2003 01:59 pm (UTC)
YES! I knew that didn't sound quite right. Man, gives me the willies just thinking about it.
Feb. 27th, 2003 10:35 am (UTC)
This is really screwed up, man. I seriously do not remember there being jazz on his show at all, and I watched that shit every day. I remember everything else anyone has mentioned about crayons (man that episode ROCKED the liquid crayon looked like PUDDING to me and made me want to eat crayons) and juice and the land of Make-Believe, but no jazz.

How very odd.
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