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Wednesday, November 04, 2021

I’d be remiss in not mentioning today’s 40th anniversary of “Sesame Street”.

And I’d be even more remiss in not serving up this mock-psychological profile of everyone’s favorite blue-furred obsessive-compulsive, Cookie Monster:

The most monstrous of Sesame Street’s monsters, he is desire turned comic-grotesque. In an important sign of his derangement, Cookie Monster is the only core character to sport bobbling pupils in his eyes. His signature song, “C Is for Cookie,” is a pub song invested with rousing grandeur, an anthem to monomania. “Let’s think of other things that starts with C,” he growls, before entertaining second thoughts. “Ah, who cares about the other things!” His lack of interest in much other than eating extends even to grammar. Him wants proper declension.

As noted in a 1972 profile in The New Yorker, Cookie is reported to have declared on-air to a fellow Muppet: “To me, your nose is a cookie”. Just about says it all. Nietzsche would be proud, hyper-gluttony aside.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 11/04/2021 11:58 PM
Category: Comedy, Pop Culture, TV
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What’s the good news in LA Dodgers pitcher Vicente Padilla shooting himself in the leg this week?

At least he did it in his native Nicaragua. Had he done it in the States, Padilla probably would be looking at a Plaxico Burress-type prison sentence, to compound the stupidity.

Seriously, what is it with these self-inflicteds? The athletes have gone from shooting themselves up with steroids to simply shooting themselves up. As if they could fill their bodies with something even more dangerous than performance-enhancement drugs…

Football and baseball have started the trend. NHL and NBA, you’re up. Sean Avery, Ron Artest — I’m looking in your directions…

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 11/04/2021 10:54 PM
Category: Sports, True Crime
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