People who walk funny - bad grammer - small dogs - models turned actresses - wizards - anything involving matt atkins - footstool shaped animals - mindy's ass - french guys who scare easily - the love life of san diggity - elf dancing - china - a fair game of egg toss - lupe smith - plinko - people who rub their stomachs for no apparent reason - the outman family - the irs - navigating hurricane stacey - people who teach fish camp - andrew engelfield calling me drunk from china at 2 in the moring telling me "never get yourself into anything that you can't get out of in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner" - everything april - coast to coast - the campaign of binu for railroad commissioner (that kid could have changed the world) - outlawing the dh - small white girls that say "thats my song" everytime hypnotize comes on - dead parrots - dj net wt - the 5th of november - my lawyer jason cruz - big eyes - pissing on pete coors - people who say "whats cooking" - desmond and molly jones - and most of all making sure that nobody puts hickman in the corner.
Rollin down a backwoods tennessee byway, one arm on the wheel, holdin my Lover with the other: a sweet, soft, southern thrill. Worked hard all week; got a little jingle on a tennessee saturday night. Couldnt feel better: Im together with my dixieland delight.Spend my dollar; parked in a holler neath the mountain moonlight; hold her Uptight; make a little lovin, a little turtle dovin on a mason dixon night. Fits my life, oh, so right: my dixieland delight.Whitetail buck deer munchin on clover, redtail hawk settin on a limb, a Chubby old groundhog, croakin bullfrog, free as the feelin in the wind. Home grown country girl gonna give me a whirl on a tennessee saturday night. Lucky as a seven livin in heaven with my dixieland delight.
Ribs. I had ribs for lunch. - That's why I'm doing this. - How now brown cow. - How now brown cow. - How now brown cow. - How are you? - You look awfully nice tonight. Hmm? - Maybe don't wear a bra next time. - No, I was talking to you. - No, not her. - I don't know her name. - What is it? - Lanolin? - La-lanolin? - Like sheep's wool? - Unique New York. - Unique New York. - Mm, I love Scotch. - I love Scotch. - Scotchy, Scotch, Scotch. - Here it goes down. - Down into my belly. - Mm-mm-mm. - The arsonist has oddly shaped feet. - How much time? 7 seconds? - You are on. - I'm on right now? -I don't believe you. - Ron! - Oh, come on. Audrey. - I look like hell. - I got bags under my eyes. - What's that? - If you were a man, I'd punch you right in the mouth. - That's bush. Bush league. - The human torch was denied a bank loan. - You hear me? - Audrey, look at me! - I'm sorry.
This might just do nobody any good. At the end of this discourse, a few people may accuse this reporter of fouling his own comfortable nest and your organization may be accused of having given hospitality to heretical and even dangerous ideas. But the elaborate structure of networks, advertising agencies, and sponsors will not be shaken or altered. It is my desire, if not my duty, to try to talk to you journeymen with some candor about what is happening to radio and television. And if what I say is responsible, I alone am responsible for the saying ofit. Our history will be what we make of it. And if there are any historians about or years from now and there should be preserved the kinescopes of one week of all three networks, they will there find recorded in black and white, and in color evidence of decadence, escapism and insulation from the realities of the world in which we live. We are currently wealthy, fat, comfortable, and complacent. We have a built-in allergy to unpleasant or disturbing information. Our mass media reflect this. But unless we get up off our fat surpluses and recognize that television in the main is being used to distract, delude, amuse, and insulate us then television and those who finance it, those who look at it and those who work at it, may see a totally different picture too late.
Holden Caulfield