Oh Fonzie, Why?

Strong Kids, Safe Kids!
(Possibly NSFW - frank discussion about bad touching)

Okay, yes. It's been a Looonngg while since I've posted. I got pretty busy with work, and the dog ate my blog posts, and I'm feeling some kind of existential angst anyways....

The bottom line is I became a giant blogcrastinator, if there is such a word. I inadvertently almost fulfilled this prophecy (it's French for it's in now the hip thing to have abandoned your blog), lovingly posted to my MySpace blog page by Amy soon after I started (Thanks ;-}).

Not like Fonzie. When he sees a problem, he not only does something about it, he enlists the help of all of his celebrity friends, including Henry Winkler (don't think about that too hard), John Ritter, and Mariette Hartley.

So why does this '80's era PSA feel so horribly, horribly wrong? It has famous people. It has rainbow colours. It has puppets! It has a child psychologist! Okay, maybe it's the child psychologist, Sol Gordon. He's one of Oprah's pet experts now, and has been doing this for years, but there's something wrongtacular about the way he says vagina. It could also be Chris Wallace, the fellow in the overalls with the ukelele guitar. Henry Winkler says not to forget him. How could I? That song will be in my head every time I look "down in front". And if I'm not supposed to forget him, how come history seems to have? These questions will haunt my dreams.

Damn you, Fonzie. Damn you to heck.

UPDATE 23/03/07 9:27 AM
Fixed the link to Amy. Also, I forgot to mention that Myya sent me this. My apologies.

Yip Yip!

The Sesame Street Martians discover the clock.

The martians were hands down my favourite characters in Sesame Street history. My sister and I spent a not inconsiderable amount of time imitating these guys as children. I'm sure the child psychologists at the Children's Television Workshop would say differently, but to my mind a successful children's show is one with strange, incomprehensible catchphrases that children can repeat ad nauseam. For that Pee Wee's Playhouse would probably be a runaway all time winner, were it not for Paul Reuben's regretable habits at public screenings.

This is also an example of one of the key "problems" with internet video, unauthorised distribution. Youtube and other video sites are full of content that doesn't belong to the users that loved it enough to post it. I've been of mixed mind about whether to post this stuff, as I'm reasonably certain that no permission was asked or given. But as this is an old clip from a Sesame Street ep that's not seen anymore, it's a pretty sure bet that if not for this you might not see this stuff again. The other way I justify myself is that this was broadcast free to air, and is probably being seen on Alpha Centauri by now. So if it's good enough for aliens, it's good enough for you, the viewer.