I think we leared a lot yesterday. We learned that you can find just about anything on the internet. We learned that the guy that cuts off his legs every night for a living was not some childhood hallucination, but magician Rudy Coby, and that he even had his own comic book. Who knew? I think the lesson here is that just because someone remembers something that no one else does, it doesn't mean they imagined it. It just means they watched an obscene amount of television when they were growing up.
Anyone remember D.C. Follies, with Fred Willard and a bunch of terrifying Kroftt puppet versions of late eighties media and political figures? There's not much about it on the internet, and what little there is doesn't include pictures. I remember watching an Entertainment Tonight segment about how they made the puppets. Until then, I thought the puppet likenesses were silly and harmless, which was the point. But at the end of the segment, the lights shut off in the warehouse, and the camera zoomed in on the Nancy Reagan puppet, which winked and nodded at the audience or something to that effect. It was supposed to be this cutesy ending to the story, I guess. But that Nancy Reagan puppet scared the ever-loving crap out of me. I must have had nightmares for a week, convinced that a smiling, felt caricature of the First Lady was going to eat my soul. Oh God! It's alive!!
Fantasy Football Update: Week 7
Well, it had to happen sooner or later. After six weeks, I'm 6-1, coming off a major smackdown thanks to Bill "Old Biff" Parcells.
No big deal, though. I'm still in first with a two game cushion.
