I love obscure cultural reference, especially obscure cultural references that I understand — I feel like I’m part of a special “privileged eyes” club for kids who were corrupted by odd 70s (and some 80s) marketing values. Mr Belvedere loves you (man I thought they were all homely kids, even as a kid – and wow what a random aside, I think I’m completely loosing Grandpa’s marbles).
And if you didn’t know, this is my 4th new entry today (for I fear I shall be brimmed with work and have nothing interesting to say, other than — man I have a lot of work, this to-do list is getting longer, man I have a lot of work to do).