Maybe Saturdays Rock

Moment of truth indeed! Saturday… ever heard of it? It is a special day. It is the day we get ready for Sunday. On top of that slightly unknown special feature is the slightly better known feature of Saturday movies on TNT, TBS** and a sundry of other very intellectual networks. Sure, it’s usually something dreadful like Anaconda. But today… today I got a special treat. What? No, of course I do not have time to sit and watch hours of TV on my Saturdays. Glimpses… I get glimpses. Like this morning- I was privy to observe Mr. Ralph Macchio crane kick (you know you’ve tried it!) William (Bill) Zabka‘s butt right back to Reseda! It gave me the same chills (yes, the exact same ones) that I got on my slightly less hairy seven year-old arms in 1984. Saturdays can be so special.

Hell ya Miyagi knows karate… taste my pain Johnny! You foolish, foolish sucka!

**Oh, trust me, the SciFi channel is a class all its own… certainly to be mentioned at a later date.

Curiosity Killed The Crowd

Mom's are so freakin' smart. She always told me, "Don't run with the crowd." Yet, here I am- choosing fonts and colors, with her maternal words echoing in my burning ears. This is a moment of great disillusionment for me. But it seems my cynicism only goes so far. Still, sixteen years is a good run. What? You don't know how long blogging has been around? Me either. But meet my friend Wiki, and his little brother pedia for a little blogging history. It is my only prayer that no one ever reads this as I venture tentatively into these murky waters.

Truth is, I am the kid at the edge of the pool, leg awkwardly extended, foot cranked, and toe delicately dipped... question is- will he jump?