Author: Superpaige (Page 163 of 180)

Well, we knew it would happen eventualy. Seems like some letters can’t be happy where they are…

Letter D Pulls Sponsorship From Sesame Street:
Noted Consonant Alienated By Controversial New Gay Muppet

December 9, 1997 | Issue 32•18

NEW YORK—A spokesperson for the letter D announced Monday that the consonant is withdrawing sponsorship from Sesame Street following a Children’s Television Workshop announcement that a hom**** muppet will soon join the show’s cast.

“The letter D is proud to have brought you many wonderful Sesame Street episodes throughout the program’s 28-year history,” said Patricia Willis, public-relations director for D. “But the letter D does not condone the sort of morally questionable lifestyles that Sesame Street is advocating with the introduction of this new character. It can no longer in good conscience associate itself with the show.”

Willis said D’s withdrawal is effective immediately, and applies to both capital and lower-case versions of the letter.

The gay muppet, “Roger,” will be introduced on Sesame Street Dec. 23, CTW director Leslie Charren said. Thus far, no other sponsors have pulled out, though the number seven has requested an advance tape of the episode before it makes a decision.

Many public-television insiders believe D’s withdrawal was motivated by a desire not to alienate religious conservatives, a section of the population that employs the letter frequently.

“D is for, among other things, demagoguery, dogma and doctrine, words crucial to right-wing groups like the Christian Coalition,” said Yale University political-science professor J. Wright Franklin. “It is likely that D felt it could ill afford to offend such a large segment of its users.”

While a long-term replacement for D has not yet been secured by Sesame Street, the number three will temporarily fill in for it in a number of the show’s animated shorts. Other pieces will simply skip from C to E, with vocalists stretching out C into two syllables to match the rhythm of the alphabet song.

Sesame Street is stung by the sudden departure of its longtime supporter. Speaking to reporters, cast member Cookie Monster said: “Me disappointed letter D choose to end relationship with Sesame Street due to pressure from extremely vocal minority. We accused of endorsing deviant lifestyle. Diversity and enrichment. That’s good enough for me.”

This reminds me of a book I’m currently reading.

I admit it. I’m a doormat. Even my husband says so. Sure, I’ll trade playgroup with you because your kids are sick. Sure, I’ll pick up your kids from preschool and keep them here for an hour. Sure, I’ll be a playground monitor even though I don’t want to. Sure, I’ll do whatever-it-is-you-are-asking-me-to-do-for-my-kids’ school/friends/neighbor’s/ward. But no longer. I will say NO.

Unless you really need my help and I’m not doing anything better.

Sing this to the tune of “I’m trying to be like Jesus”.

I’m trying to be domestic, —-never mind. It’s not coming to me, and I don’t feel like sitting here figuring out a song. The point is, I just ground wheat into flour, then made four loaves of pumpkin bread using my freshly ground flour (actually 1/2 white and 1/2 wheat, so as not to be too overwhelmingly wheaty). I’m supposed to take a loaf of sweet bread to the stake family history fair tomorrow. I figure if I send a loaf of bread, it’s kind of like actually going, even if I don’t go, right?

Yesterday I spent an hour and a half trying to get my sweet boy to take a nap. I sit in his room and read while he squirms around in his bed, trying not to go to sleep. If I get up and leave his room, he’ll be out of bed and out of his room before I finish the phone call (usually the reason I leave his room). But yesterday I didn’t mind the long time because A-I was going to outlast him, and B- I was reading Night by Elie Weisel. It’s about 115 pages that every person who has a conscience should read. Tonight is our ward book club where we discuss it.

Wow, last night I had the clearest dream! I won a trip to Disneyland from KUTV news. They asked a question about a recipe they had posted, and even though I was the first caller, I didn’t know what kind of soy sauce they had used in the recipe. But she told me on the phone that it was “Saw Soy”, and that it was a really odd recipe made with apple juice. So, I hung up and dialed again (as I usually do). I ended up being the 30th caller, and all the others had not known the answer (not likely), so when she asked me again what kind of soy sauce they used in the recipe, I knew the answer. Then she asked what kind of juice , and I knew that, too. So, I ended up being the last winner (out of 6 or 7) of a trip to Disneyland, leaving on the next Tuesday (and in my dream it was Friday.)

So, I had to fill out all sorts of paperwork, get tickets and all that, and then meet with the other winners for a picture before we went.

It was all so real! I was so dissappointed when I woke up and thought about it for a minute, that we weren’t really going to Disneyland next week after all. Now I’m bummed. I’ve lost my trip to Disneyland, and it’s not even 8 in the morning. I’ll try to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and move on.

In totally unrelated news, we went to Hollywood video last night to pick up a movie for the kids for FHE, and the clerk there was heckling me!
“Looks like you haven’t been here for a while. Your last rental was in…2004?”
“Um..that sounds about right. We -er-usually go to the American Fork store.”
“Well, that one’s closed now.”
“oh”
“It looks like back in March you had a free movie rental coming. Do you want to use that, or you could just give it to me,” He was obviously joking.
“Oh, great! I”ll take a free rental!” I should have grabbed something that I want to watch, like “just like heaven”, but I knew I’d probably not get around to watching it. That’s why we haven’t rented stuff. With tivo, who has time to watch movies anymore?
So, as I was leaving with my three kid movies, he smiled and said, “So, we’ll see you in around, 2008?”
Ha! Smart aleck. I’ll show you. I’ll stop coming here. Well, that wouldn’t be any big loss, now would it. Good thing it wasn’t some pimply faced teenager giving me a hard time, or I might have been offended.

I had a dream about Sharmyn last night.

I won’t give you the details, but it was a funny dream (funny-odd, not so much funny–ha ha).

It reminded me of the dream I had a few nights ago that I can’t seem to get out of my head. I dreamt that I went to a restaraunt/mystery dinner theater place that an old friend of mine was running. She said that one of their waitresses/cast members was sick, and would I mind filling in. I asked how I would know what to do, and she said there would be clues all throughout the dinner. So, I got to play a character in her dinner/mystery. It was SO MUCH FUN!! It makes me want to look this person up and see if indeed she’s running some kind of mystery theater! When I told Ryan about my dream, and how that would be so much fun, he said, “Oh, sure. You have time on most Fridays and some Saturday nights. Why don’t you just go look into that.” Oh how I love sarcastic husbands.

Does anyone know about Uncle Jacks Closeouts? Have you been there? What’s it like?