I thought I knew what I stood for–what I believed in. Looking back, though, I realize I was a brainwashed fool. It was definitely not one of my finer moments.
One night, I was watching the Muppet Show. This episode was about Luke Skywalker, R2D2, and C3PO storming through the wall of the theatre looking for Chewbacca. I remember watching and thinking--who are these characters?--this was not normal fare for The Muppet Show. What is this “Star Wars?” I vaguely recall thinking "I am now going to like Star Wars".
It is the movie that if I were channel surfing and saw that it was on, I would stop and watch it.
The first novela I remember watching was a “novela das 7” called “Um Sonho a Mais.” It was a light, fluffy, ridiculous story whose plot I vaguely remember only after reading about it on Wikipedia. This was my introduction to the daily, can’t miss, 6 day a week world of Brasilian soap operas.
He was real, witty, sarcastic, intelligent, kind, interested, and a complete and total badass
album that has stood the test of time and is remembered as an icon of its era. However, that isn’t the case.
My parents, like many other families, were sucked in by Hallmark and we were made to participate in the “I have to show you I love you by buying you a card” machine.
He was so excited to tell Amanda’s students that his mom was dating Kermit. Never, have I been so proud to be referred to as a green frog.
He is a 17 year old with the soul of an old bohemian who has subsided on life, cussing, black coffee* and liquor.
It would be interesting to give a child a “temporary” name and let them decide as they get older. Granted you would probably have to go through a period when your child wants to be named T-Rex or Princess Ariel or Xyzfg