most TV is just the dream of an autistic child

This is so, so cool. Thanks for en_ki for the link. To summarize:

TV shows often have crossovers wherein an actor/actress not only guest stars on a show, s/he guest stars as his/her character from her/his main show - i.e. Richard Belzer playing Detective John Munch on Law & Order, Homicide, the X-Files, and Oz. This insinuates that these shows all exist within the same universe.

On one episode of Law & Order, the lawyers were involved in a trial of a doctor from St. Elsewhere.

St. Elsewhere ended its final episode by revealing that the entire series - the characters, the story, everything - was in fact the dream of a dying autsitic child named Tommy Westphall.

Hence, the five shows I mentioned above, as well as the other one hundred and sixty-three shows that have been linked to them through character crossovers, are all the dream of Tommy Westphall.

*brain 'splody!*

most TV is just the dream of an autistic child

This is so, so cool. Thanks for en_ki for the link. To summarize:

TV shows often have crossovers wherein an actor/actress not only guest stars on a show, s/he guest stars as his/her character from her/his main show - i.e. Richard Belzer playing Detective John Munch on Law & Order, Homicide, the X-Files, and Oz. This insinuates that these shows all exist within the same universe.

On one episode of Law & Order, the lawyers were involved in a trial of a doctor from St. Elsewhere.

St. Elsewhere ended its final episode by revealing that the entire series - the characters, the story, everything - was in fact the dream of a dying autsitic child named Tommy Westphall.

Hence, the five shows I mentioned above, as well as the other one hundred and sixty-three shows that have been linked to them through character crossovers, are all the dream of Tommy Westphall.

*brain 'splody!*

shoes on the electric cable; zipcar

I keep noticing something on my walk to the bus stop in the morning, and thinking, "I should post about that in my Livejournal!"... but then I forget by the time I get to work. Today I remembered.

A couple blocks from my house, there is a phone/electric/whatever line with a pair of sneakers, tied together by laces, slung over it. Those who know what this means... know what it means. It amuses me.

Also, I signed up for Zipcar, considering that through work I get to waive every single fee except for a $25 signup and the car hourly/daily fees. I figure for $25 it's a useful backup to have, even if the cars seem prohibitively expensive for anything more than an hour trip ($8.50/hr generally).

shoes on the electric cable; zipcar

I keep noticing something on my walk to the bus stop in the morning, and thinking, "I should post about that in my Livejournal!"... but then I forget by the time I get to work. Today I remembered.

A couple blocks from my house, there is a phone/electric/whatever line with a pair of sneakers, tied together by laces, slung over it. Those who know what this means... know what it means. It amuses me.

Also, I signed up for Zipcar, considering that through work I get to waive every single fee except for a $25 signup and the car hourly/daily fees. I figure for $25 it's a useful backup to have, even if the cars seem prohibitively expensive for anything more than an hour trip ($8.50/hr generally).

shoes on the electric cable pt. II

As far as my urban legend goes (and I got it from goldbug), the shoes thing indicates the presence of a drug dealer nearby.

shoes on the electric cable pt. II

As far as my urban legend goes (and I got it from goldbug), the shoes thing indicates the presence of a drug dealer nearby.

french horn joke

thanks to a link that ariose posted (http://www.mit.edu/people/jcb/jokes/):

A girl went out on a date with a trumpet player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was it? Did his embouchure make him a great kisser?"

"Nah," the first girl replied. "That dry, tight, tiny little pucker; it was no fun at all."

The next night she went out with a tuba player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?"

"Ugh!" the first girl exclaimed. "Those huge, rubbery, blubbery, slobbering slabs of meat; oh, it was just gross!"

The next night she went out with a French horn player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?"

"Well," the first girl replied, "his kissing was just so-so; but I loved the way he held me!"

french horn joke

thanks to a link that ariose posted (http://www.mit.edu/people/jcb/jokes/):

A girl went out on a date with a trumpet player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was it? Did his embouchure make him a great kisser?"

"Nah," the first girl replied. "That dry, tight, tiny little pucker; it was no fun at all."

The next night she went out with a tuba player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?"

"Ugh!" the first girl exclaimed. "Those huge, rubbery, blubbery, slobbering slabs of meat; oh, it was just gross!"

The next night she went out with a French horn player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?"

"Well," the first girl replied, "his kissing was just so-so; but I loved the way he held me!"

the sharp hint of new tears

What kind of relationships would we have if the long, passionate, unedited rants we rehearse in our heads when we're alone, wishing someone else were in front of us listening without interruption, actually came to light without strict revision?

I get a small feeling of deja vu writing this, as if I have posted something similar in the recent past. Ah well.

the sharp hint of new tears

What kind of relationships would we have if the long, passionate, unedited rants we rehearse in our heads when we're alone, wishing someone else were in front of us listening without interruption, actually came to light without strict revision?

I get a small feeling of deja vu writing this, as if I have posted something similar in the recent past. Ah well.