Too Much Television Man
Like a larger than life superhero, I burst onto the scene. Here I am to save the day! Or at least sleep on the couch. I’m Too Much Television Man Yes, it’s true, I’ve been watching way too much television this week. Don’t know why, I’m not that big a fan of the boob tube but, lately anyway, it’s just been there and I keep turning it on.
I happened upon this commercial for Fantasy Football. Some guy is in an office, walking about introducing a new executive. “This is Bob,” he says, “our new Vice President of,” and there’s a long pause. Bob then walks around looking at things and acting very Rain Man-ish. At one point he comments, “this is an Ecquadorial Palm tree. You have 11 of these in your office. The median temperature in Ecquador is 90.1 degrees.”
The median temperature in Ecquador is 90.1 degrees F.
Gotta love that. Poor Bob goes onto to lead a life picking out players for the office fantasy football team (seeing as he has committed to memory all known statistics, I suppose he’s rather a good player.) Meanwhile, I’m fantasyizing about Equador and all things tropical. 90.1 degrees is, afterall, a little on the hot side, wouldn’t you say? Makes me think about a palm tree, a nice tropical breeze, a cool drink in my hand, my cabana boy, maybe some cool tunes on the satellite radio. Gosh, I’m so there it’s not even funny. Give me beach front or give me death. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking right about now (“drop dead”) but it’s worth half a fantasy. Still, you have to admit, it’s beats the hail out of Cedar Park.
Today is Good Friday. One of the most holy days in the Christian calendar. It has been said that the Pope used to walk the stations of the cross to commerate this day but that now he has taken too ill to do so. It’s also a day he takes communion from ordinary regular folks, like us, and not bishops and “church elite” folks who can only confess to a Pope. It must be kind of cool to live life knowing you could one day confess to the Pope himself. If I were Catholic, I’m sure there would be some great significance to this but, seeing as I’m not, I’ll stick to my icon-less church and leave it at that. Makes me wonder though. If the Pope were to play fantasy football, who would bet against him?
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.
