If reality TV really was as real as real-life, would anybody want to watch it?
As I passed by a TV last night, of those bachelor/bachelorette shows was on. It looked more like a game show than reality TV.
Now if you watch a show about Uncle Bert watching TV, I would call that reality TV.
Does anybody still serenade? What about a poem on a midsummer’s night?
It has to be a good poem. something that sparks romance, yet is harmless enough so it doesn’t inspire the dad to call the dogs on you.
Ah romance! I think I’ll go read a James Whitcomb Riley poem.
When the word for this week was “Discovery,” I thought of a project I did for the Wesleyan Church kid’s division about thirteen years ago.
I updated this illustration a little and added some shading. I couldn’t leave well enough alone. Still, it’s pretty much what the original illustration looked like.
If laptops were around thirty-five years ago, this probably would have been be. No, not the girl with the laptop, I would have been the boy looking over her shoulder and wishing I could use it.
I lived vicariously through others. Just ask my brother. I convinced him to by the comic books so I could read them.