en.. . gulp. . .30 years...
. en.. . gulp. . .30 years, GOODTIMES replaced by a quirky Newsradio. will i be sitting and pulled in by infomercials trying to sell me back my youth.(?) will i sit ad-nauseam-nostalgia when they show the clip: Cramer bursting through the door.(?) in Jon Stewart's pajamas and dirty socks. Mike Myer's cockamamie camera en a Linda Richmond frock.(?) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alas! whence shall i turn that quirk-radio-dial to hear a Radiohead--oldie (?) and even still. and of more import. do i dread the day? not quite. methinks. ah. the disillusionment of growing (decaying) old in american-quick-market-take-a-number-next-generation-please- atmosphere of time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . em...note to self: ...must remember that one-eight-hundred-number, so i can buy that episode of Who's Line... .just musing on the passing of time. Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 11:05 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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