Just happened into the TV room where my kids are watching a cartoon called "As Told By Ginger." It has a couple of funny characters in it that are her little brother Carl and his precocious but still kind of dopey friend "Hoodsie" (because he always wears a hooded sweatshirt). (Okay, okay, so I spend too much time watching these shows ... don't even get me started on the genius of Sponge Bob Square Pants ...) Anyway, I came in on the middle of this exchange:
Hoodsie: " ... you don't know what you've got til it's gone." Carl: "We're trying to write a song, not a love letter!" Hoodsie: "It's from a song, Carl, a really good song. The kind that makes kids cry." I always liked Hoodsie. He has a soul. When I'm not watching these lame-brained cartoons, I also expose myself to "high culcha" by watching the Joni CBC show ... wow. I'm up to the Mingus period and had to stop the tape due to interference with the kids' bedtime. I'll finish it tonight. Lindsay
