May 03, 2005

The New Zoo Revue

Good Lord.

The etiology of my mental illness is becoming increasingly clear to me. I'm at a hotel in the town where I've been in depositions all day. I turned on the t.v. when I got back in the room and flipped through the channels. I stumbled across an old rerun of a t.v. show I used to watch when I was growing up called The New Zoo Revue. I haven't seen this show in years, but when I was little, I loved it (almost as much as I loved the Gigglesnort Hotel). I watched hours of episodes of this show and remember getting really excited whenever I would find out it was on and I could watch it.

The show I'm watching right this minute involves the following scenario: a morbidly obese hippo, who is wearing what I am sad to report is a very unflattering dress, is singing off-key into a tin can (yeah, I don't get that, either) alongside a frog who is wearing a brown cable knit sweater with a large "F" on the front of it (in case you confused him with a toad, I guess), next to a real live woman who is wearing a baby blue dress with a hoop skirt and white go-go boots. They're singing this insidious song in front of a poorly painted backdrop, no doubt painted by folks in a criminal diversion program at a local community college.

I really wish I'd seen this show again before I started going to therapy. This explains a lot.

Posted by Kitty at May 3, 2005 05:01 PM

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