Captain Obvious

Thriller.  Eurythmics.  Martha Quinn. 

John Belushi.  Gilda Radner.  Chevy Chase all hopped up on painkillers.

I think it is time that the United States has a big party sending the memory of the good old days of MTV and SNL into the universe.  Let's get together, people.  Can we do it today? Because if I have to listen to one more person kvetch about how good they used to be and how shitty they are now, selfishly imagining that they are the first person to come up with this notion, I will throw myself off a balcony into a Christmas tree, or kill a radio star. 

I'm not saying I don't agree.  I miss 24 hours of nonstop videos.  Unfortunately, I wasn't a sentient TV watcher when Saturday nights were edgy and funny.  However, as a child, I often thought how cool it would be to be able to request videos as easily as requesting a song on the radio.  We can do that now.  If you haven't realized that music videos are 300 times easier to come by these days, you need to get your head out of your ass.  And if you are bitching about how unfunny SNL is, that means you are watching it, sitting home on Saturday night, subjecting yourself to pain and misery rather than supporting live theater, or your local pub. 

If you need to get it out of your system, please do it now.  Or shout it into your pillow in the privacy of your home.  But don't tell me.  I seriously don't think I can handle hearing it again.