Monday, October 2

The World Apparent

In a world with so few truth's, it was true...Kam Fong WAS Chin Ho Kelly. Mankind has mastered the control of atomic particles. Control of elemental charges. Where motion was captured by photons exciting electrons. The electrons left holes, filled by a charge of energy, leaving holes and on and on. And somewhere far far away that charge excited phosphorus. The phosphorus particles glowed leaving an image, and that image moved. The dancing wave particles captured by retina signaled to the brain that “Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp” was right there in your living room. The world could never ever be the same.

Maybe it was Elly May's figure, or being interrupted by, “Ring around the collar, RING AROUND THE COLLAR” which set in motion social evolution, I don't know, but we were “kindly droppin' in” on the Clampetts regularly. We did watch grandpa order gloomy side up eggs and drink ketchup from a straw on the Munsters. The world may have debated whether Jeannie could show her navel or not, but for sure Dr. Bellows would think Major Nelson was nuts and we would be indulging in Chutes and Ladders or Mouse Trap, making Creepy Crawlers or bathing with Mr. Bubbles.

The 60's brought strife. Buffy Jody and Uncle Bill could attest to that. So could the Mad Hatter and the Dynamic Duo. The struggle of the time was if the professor could power the radio with some coconuts or if Dr. Richard Kimble would find that one armed man once and for all. While Doug and Tony drifted down the Time Tunnel we were once again faced with the world as it was...apparently.

3 comments:

Mary Anne said...

Stand up slowly and carefully. Now walk away from Nick at Night.

Tony W said...

Wow.....
Easy up on the meds.

Mare, I don't think his tv is even plugged in.

andi said...

Oh, it's plugged in all right...this man is the sanest one of all of us. I applaud him, I appreciate him, I adore him.

Do what it is you do, my love, drugs or no drugs, late night TV or South Beach Diet, I don'care. You are my idol, my golden calf, the object of my desire and objet d' art (sp?).

Anyhoo, keep on keepin' on.