Delayed Reaction TV Dreams

Television archaeology is a sometime pastime of the shores of the many waters. A De Lorean driving menace cruises the streets of this creeped up burg, enticing the unwary to ponder the absurdities of popular culture, which is not without its charms. Also, surfing YouTube by increasingly oblique strategies coughs up interesting stuff. This is a creepy game to play on a summer day. Maybe not recommended, which could, in itself, recommend such a behavior in some form. This is a study in the living course of myth. Lines written disappear to reappear because it's a slipping glimpse. It's Saturday morning somewhere always. That's what happens. One gets into silly thought-experiments, some of which one lost track of a while back. Like, an armadillo's age at least. It's good to use up those thought experiments in order to access subtler levels of something one might term ridiculous reiteration, but only if the problem is seen only in two dimensions.