So,
Of late my buddy Mark and I have been exchanging our favorite time- killing sites on the web. You know, one of those sites that is fascinating due to the depths of its esoteric details on a subject or due to humor and/or topical dislocation from any relevant context. The other day Mark sent me the following link which falls into the latter category.
Unintentional Hilarity From Mr. Rogers Neighborhood
I won’t go into too much detail and ruin for yourself the fun of exploring the list, but below are my two favorite snippets from the list. They make me laugh in a profound, and perhaps profoundly disturbing, way.
(Why does a 38-year-old man find the idea of alien “bread people” to be laugh-out-loud funny? Oh, and when my two youngest nieces get a little older I am definitely going to teach them King Friday’s version of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”.)
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“Lady Elaine Fairchilde: Don’t look now, but we are being invaded from outer space.
Chef Brockett: What makes you think that?
Lady Elaine Fairchilde: The flying bread. Dangerous, dangerous people, those bread people. But very clever.”
“King Friday XIII: I feel like reciting the royal version of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
Lady Aberlin: Oh, please do if you will, Uncle.
King Friday XIII: Certainly, yes. ‘Scintillate, Scintillate diminutive stellar orb. How inexplicable to me seems this stupendous problem of your existance. Elevated at such at an imeasurable distance, in an apparently perpendicular direction from this terrestrial planet which we occupy. Resembling in thy dazzeling and unapproachable efulgance, a gem of purist carbon, set solitaire in a university of space.’”
