In the comments, please give me your favorite Saturday morning TV shows from the ’70s and ’80s.
For me it was that one where they drove around in a van in a post-apocalyptic America with a talking chimp.
How fricking boss would that be?
What the hell was the name of that show?
Hmm.
Well, then, of course, there’s always Pee-Wee’s Playhouse.
Hey! Who wants to party like it’s August, 2006?!
Wait! Wait! Don’t go! Baby, I promise it’ll be better this time! It’ll be different! Seriously, baby, this totally isn’t a thing for me! I can kick this any time I want!
Look, see, I won’t talk about it for five minutes.
Look.
See?
This is me not talking about it.
OK?
Uh…
OK?
Um…
So…
Uh…
Er…
…
George Ou.
OK. OK. That was only thirty seconds. But I thought I heard you say “David Maynor”, so… I don’t know… I thought you wanted to play word association.
Anyway, I’ve got great news!
We’re gettin’ the band back together!
Ou! Krebs! Gruber! The Macalope! Maynor! Ellch! Fox! Fleishman! Uh… Charlie! Jim! Um… er… Gordy! Stinky! Automatic Slim! Legolas! And Michael Caine (he’s in everything)!
Yes, all the characters you knew and loved (or loathed, as the case may be) from Security Bitch Watch 1.0 are back!
What’s brought them together? Why, today’s announcement of an Airport exploit!
This launched a chain reaction of blog posts…
Uh, wait…
Well, anyway, baby, the heat, the fire, the passion, the love… it’s all back!
OK, not the love…
Something else.
What’s the blogging equivalent of poodles in tutus jumping through hoops?
It doesn’t matter.
Look, baby…
Baby, baby, baby…
Just give it one more chance.
C’mon.
You know you love it, baby.