Hot Melting Face or No Scripts for Howard

One more time, before the deep cold settles in and melting butter at room temperatures becomes an impossibility, I throw the word soup of my childhood into the void of lost hours, sitting in front of that one-eyed box and believing the facts 33 pushed out, the kids shows from 34, and the comedy from 43... It was a long time ago, and they no longer exist much like Bell South or Altavista, but they were a part of the mythos, so in their own silly way, we manifest that which was hidden... Mostly the telly remote...

So long for this season, thank you for listening, we should be back in…