You want mundane and pointless? I’ve got it in spades, and baby, I gotta share it.
About two weeks ago, I had dream about Erik Estrada, former co-star of the hit police drama CHiPs. For some dream-logic reason, Erik Estrada was a midget. Don’t remember anything else about it. I only remember that one fact because, some how, it managed to sneak through a back door into my waking mind and hid out in the “General Celebrity Trivia” file-cabinet of my consciousness.
Today I was channel-surfing, and I saw Erik Estrada, full sized, on a Spanish-language channel. For a few moments I expierienced acute cognitive dissonance, trying to figure out if I was deluded (usually the correct answer) or if this was some sort of special effect, or maybe it was Manuel Estrada, Erik’s taller brother, or something. Then I remembered the dream, clapped my hand to my forehead, and said, out loud, “My God, Erik Estrada isn’t a midget!” I mean, obviously, right? How could he have ridden a motorcycle? Thankfully, no one was around to over hear my outburst.
The funny thing is, somehow the idea of Estrada being a little person is sticking with me. I know he isn’t a midget, yet somehow, I feel he should be.
Now here’s MPSIMS for sure: I used to work at a computer store in Studio City, and Erik Estrada used to walk his dog past the store every day. Yeah, he’s short. Short people should not own huge dogs, it makes them look even smaller.
You probably fell asleep while the TV was still on, and that infomercial with the two midgets pushing a real estate scam came on at 2AM, just as Erik Estrada was entering your dream.
If Erik Estrada was a midget during the heyday of CHiPs, I’d say he’s definitely grown since then.
Width-wise, that is.
I get to see Ponch every so often as he hawks one of those alternate phone services for people that have had their service cut. “Smoke Signal Communications” I think it is.
