Well, what do you know. Someone got the joke.
I know I was going to write today about two reasons to actually want to watch television again after being subjected to 82 kazillion political commercials in the past month, and I will do that tomorrow, but another TV related item popped up, and that's what I want to babble about now.
I received a Facebook message after my “Life in the 906” aired Monday, from someone who wanted to compliment “my writer” for managing to “work in everything from Greek philosophers to 'It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown'” in the bit, which actually dealt with (possible) UP-themed Halloween costumes. I told them I'd pass along the kind words, logged off, chuckled for a second, and then patted myself on the back.
I guess my secret's safe with me.
I'm not quite sure why people don't think I write those pieces myself; maybe they think that everyone on TV is just a talking head who has to be fed their lines by the little writer gremlins that live in the basement. Thankfully, my gremlin doesn't live in the basement; instead, it resides in my head, where it has the ability to write in the style in which I speak, complete with bad jokes, lots of whining, and the occasional odd reference to people like Diogenes and/or Charlie Brown.
Plus, that writer gremlin works cheap. Really, really cheap.
I'm glad that someone noticed, and felt strong enough to send me a note. I appreciate it. And so does my gremlin writer.
Wanna see what they were talking about?
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