Happy Panda!
There is a show on Comedy Central that holds the Tuesday 9:30 P.M. C.S.T. timeslot. It is called Stella. When I watch it with my eyes I am filled with a joy so complete that my old pirate bones regain their strength so that I may once again sail the seven seas. Let's see...there's the Mediterranean...China...Red...Hudson. Yep, that's all I've got. I'll start with those.
This brings me to my next topic: my height.
I am 5'10'' tall. While this may be average for a male, it rates a 'D' in terms of the height of the members of my extended and immediate family. Every single male of high school age or older in the Norwegian Axdahl lineage are understandably patagonian in their height, with the exception of three. Two of them are uncles that married into the family--they don't count for height comparison. The other is my great-grandfather, but he slouches all the time.
I am a genetic anomaly. A mutant, if you will.
On the other hand, my height of 70 inches does fall nicely between the astronaut selection requirement of 60 to 76 inches. There's hope yet for my being the first moonbase commander. However, that does nothing to keep me from feeling like an organ grinder's monkey when the family reunions roll around. A small, scurrying, chattering monkey. With a fez.
And a tassle.
And a little red vest.
And everyone throwing peanuts at me doesn't help this distorted self-perception all.
This brings me to my next topic: my height.
I am 5'10'' tall. While this may be average for a male, it rates a 'D' in terms of the height of the members of my extended and immediate family. Every single male of high school age or older in the Norwegian Axdahl lineage are understandably patagonian in their height, with the exception of three. Two of them are uncles that married into the family--they don't count for height comparison. The other is my great-grandfather, but he slouches all the time.
I am a genetic anomaly. A mutant, if you will.
On the other hand, my height of 70 inches does fall nicely between the astronaut selection requirement of 60 to 76 inches. There's hope yet for my being the first moonbase commander. However, that does nothing to keep me from feeling like an organ grinder's monkey when the family reunions roll around. A small, scurrying, chattering monkey. With a fez.
And a tassle.
And a little red vest.
And everyone throwing peanuts at me doesn't help this distorted self-perception all.
"ma'am"
2 Comments:
When they start throwing peanuts, start flinging shit right back at em. Keep the fez though, I hear they're making a comeback...
5'10"? Sure. ;)
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