Posts Tagged ‘Television’

My Indulgence In Cynicism For The Week

May 15, 2020

Narrator:  Mr. Goldsmith, survivor, an eye witness to man’s imperfection, an observer of the very human trait of greed, and a chronicler of the last chapter – the one reading ‘suicide.’ Not a prediction of what is to be, just a projection of what could be. This has been the Twilight Zone.

– The Twilight Zone, “The Old Man in the Cave”

But Where’s The Fun In That?

December 18, 2017

Recently I started watching Ash vs Evil Deadnothing particularly surprising in that fact, but it did give me an odd moment when I went to make a phone call right after watching an episode.  For one moment having “Evil” on my contacts list took on a whole new meaning . . .

(His actual name is “Evel,” presumably after Evel Knievel, of course.)

Things Change, Things Stay The Same

August 21, 2013

It doesn’t happen every day, of course, but every once in a while, I see something that reminds just how interesting I find these current times.

Yesterday, for instance, I was stopped at a stop light near an elementary school right after school had let out.  Naturally, this meant hordes of children and their parents crossing the street in front of me, all under the protective gaze of a dedicated crossing guard.  While the clothing has varied over the years, the essential scene remains unchanged, that of a parent holding their young child’s hand as they cross the street, all the while the parent is patiently listening as their child prattles on about their day and/or how glad they are school is over.

Nothing brought this home to me more than watching one mother and son in particular.  She was clearly an active and busy young mother, as pleased to see her son as he was to see her, and relishing this small happy time they were getting to spend together.  You could have dressed them up in any number of costumes and the scene would have been the same, and for the purposes of the scene, it would have looked just as normal to see her dressed up as June Cleaver as what she was wearing, which were comfortable shoes and sweat pants, and a functional gray tank top.  Sometimes only the costumes change.

Mind you, I don’t think June had a tattoo on her upper arm with a skull and dagger motif like this mother did, but you know what?  It didn’t change the scene for me in the slightest, and who knows?

Maybe you just couldn’t see June’s tattoo for the dress she was wearing.