Next Sunday, A.D./Way down in Deep 13…
WHAT?
There was a guy who worked for the show that always used to come in to the restaurant in which I used to work. He’d always order a plain grilled cheese sandwich to go. It came to $2.25.
Then the owner of the elaborate two-restaurant franchise decided he didn’t want to sell grilled cheese sandwiches anymore. Dude went elsewhere thereafter.
My brush with fame.
…but I do want to point out that there was a guy named Joel not too different from you or me.
I’ve got this huge urge to go: Laa-la-la.
I went to a fortune teller the other day. Paid for the whole shebang, tarot, crystal ball, felt the bumps on my head, read the innards of sheep.
She got a worried expression on her face. Looked up at me and said,
“You’re gonna catch a cold.”
And I did. Fancy that.
Is ignorance bliss?
Yes, and I was lot happier before I found out ignorance is bliss.
Not only that, but Dr. Forrester and TV’s Frank are hatching an evil scheme.
Do’h! I see I confused the issue by posting both versions.
He worked at Gizmonics Institute
Just a regular guy in a red jumpsuit…
Bossk: Did he do a good job cleaning up the place?
Don’t forget the Robot Fish!
I’m not Bossk, but I understand he did. Unfortunately, his bosses didn’t like him so they shot him into space.
–Cliffy
Cambot?
I dreamt that Gale and Evelle had decided to return to prison…probably that’s just as well. I don’t mean to sound superior, and they’re a swell couple guys, but…maybe they weren’t ready yet to come out into the world. And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas mom in the Arizona home…where Nathan Jr. was opening a present from a kindly couple who preferred to remain unknown. I saw Glen, a few years later, still havin’ no luck gettin’ the cops to listen to his wild tales about me’n Ed…maybe he threw in one Pollack joke too many… I don’t know. And still I dreamed on… further into the future than I’d ever dreamed before…watching Nathan Jr.‘s progress from afar…taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own…wondering if he ever thought of us…and hoping that maybe we’d broadened his horizons a little, even if he couldn’t remember just how they’d got broadened. But still I hadn’t dreamt nothin’ about me’n Ed. Until the end…and this was cloudier ‘cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple bein’ visited by their children and all their grandchildren too. And the old couple wasn’t screwed up, and neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don’t know, you tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleein’ reality, like I know I’m liable to do? But me’n Ed, we can be good too…and it seemed real. It seemed like us. And it seemed like well… our home…If not Arizona, then a land, not too far away, where all parents are strong and wise and capable, and all children are happy and beloved… I dunno, maybe it was Utah.
Tom Servo?
Who ordered the pizza?
Croooooow!
La-la-la!
I’m wondering how he eats and breathes, and other science facts.
This thing is gettin’ cold ya know!