That word and variations of it are my weapons of choice. I even got some fat kids to wander around with it displayed across their chests. Perhaps you’ve seen them…

…It’s funny when the Highbrow talk Lowbrow.

Let’s face it, FJ…you’re the God. Not only are you a photography genius, it’s because of you that I no longer look at narcolepsy the same way…

For real.

I have to say that you scare me, CLT. You scare me something fierce. You see, despite the fact that my posts and/or interactions with people in my social circle sound similar to that of a 14 year-old pubescent girl (for example, just yesterday I forced my co-worker to play the hilarity-ensuing game of “Ok, so If you had to have sex with one of the creepy IT guys on the sixth floor, who would it be?…No, you can’t “pass“, you have to pick someone. Because those are the rules, Christina! …And remember, no take-backs.”), you and I are actually around the same age.

And to think that two people from two completely different cultures (yours having Popeye’s and In-N-Out Burger, ours only able to watch the commercials) were both viewing the same television programs at the same time…well, let’s just say those cockles of my heart are pretty balmy right now.

Speaking of which, I should probably get that checked as well…

Anyway, I was a big fan of the Electric Company, and now I know why the book looked so familiar. I remember sitting in front of my television set, watching this very episode, and thinking…”You know, that botched blood transfusion and toilet seat story could really work…”

I was pretty disappointed that they never did a follow-up.

Thank you for taking me back, CLT. If it wasn’t for Electric Company, After School Specials and Sally Jesse Raphael, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

Never mind.

Sorry I’m late.

I am curious to know which episode of “The Electric Company” dealt with VD in such an exciting but extremely dated font. I would place the font as mid-to-late 70′s which would be The Electric Company’s prime.

I can almost hear Morgan Freeman intoning something wonderful over the analog tones of an old Moog or Korg as the letters VD zoom into view. Man, I’d listen to that guy narrate anything. His voice is just amazing.

Morgan: VD.
[Letters zoom to fill center screen.]
Morgan: Venereal disease.
[Letters zoom right and off the screen. Star wipe to still shot of VD clinic.]
Morgan: A venereal disease can often cause problems. Most of us will live our lives without having to deal with VD. Others, especially those in the Navy, will find that dealing with VDs is just a fact of life.
[Cut to stock film of a Navy ship.]
Morgan: Let’s take a closer look. This is Eric.
[Cut to Eric's smiling face, but notice that his eyes look particularly haunted...]
Morgan: Eric is 22 years old. He has been in the Navy for 4 years and has been treated for a venereal disease over 38 times. Eric knows he must be careful but is often a victim of moral turbulence.
[T-U-R-B-U-L-E-N-C-E over soaring Moog tones.]
Morgan: Eric is getting married in July. He has attempted to deal with his VDs but must make a difficult choice.

Should he tell Alice that he has, not just one, but several disgusting and chronic diseases? Or should he start perfecting his involved backstory which includes a botched blood transfusion and a particularly filthy toilet seat?

Should he mention that his lips are just “a little chapped, because it’s winter and all”? Should he use this last part even though it’s clearly summer?

[Cut to Eric pacing back and forth in his room. Suddenly, Eric has an idea!]

Morgan: Eric has an idea. Let’s ask Spiderman!

[Cut to Spiderman intro}

Thanks for the inspired selection, bschooled. I’m off to discuss some odd tingling in my spider parts with Peter Parker.

That was definitely her. I knew it as soon as you said the word “pills”. She really gets a kick out of those things. And no, you were right. It was Cuban band camp. That girl can pound those bongo drums like nobody’s business. But then again, you probably already knew that.

Unfortunately I don’t know her name either, or I would refer to her as something other than “my friend”….because technically, she’s not. It’s a long story, one that I don’t usually talk about unless “I does the drinking”.

Let’s just say that it involves an old boyfriend of mine, a trip to Thailand, enough peyote to knock out a thoroughbred, and a few strategically placed ping pong balls. Oh, and a getaway tuk tuk.

Anyway, she seems to have matured since then (three weeks is a long time…in fact, to an male ant it’s a lifetime), so I do hope things work out with you two. Just remember never to touch her with a ten foot pole.

She hates those things.