Monty Python's Flying Circus cracks me up. Still. I remember stumbling across it when I was like 13 or 14. Here's the story. I used to take some of my mom's smoke and do a few hits after she went to bed. Then, I would watch late night T.V. This was still in the day of 4 mainstream channels (ABC, NBC, CBS and PBS) and whatever we could pick-up on UHF. The Million Dollar Movie, Late Late shows and Carson. I loved Carson. The show moved in slow motion so I think I got his subtleties. I think that's why I get Carson and most of my friends don't. Sure, they were getting high like me. They just weren't watching Carson. Anyway, one night, I turned on PBS and there were these guys slapping each other with fish. One little man, bouncing up and down with 2 fish in his hands criss-crossing and slapping another, larger man in the face. When this stops, the larger man, takes out a big-ass fish and slaps the little man who proceeds to fall into a near-by river. I probably didn't have to bore you with the sketch (especially if you are familiar with it) but I'm laughing now just thinking about it.
So why the diatribe about Python. First- BBC America is showing it again so I can get it on Comcast's On Demand whenever I want to watch, Secondly, it's because I am starting this blog. The way I see it, there are few original Ideas. There are definite innovators of ideas, but few originals. It's like this, the original idea grew into a tree, dropped some acorns, and sprouted some other ideas, some so much like the first tree that the first tree is thought of as best. Some, retaining the great qualities of the first tree but branching out to something spectacular in there own right. That's what I'm wondering about this blog. Will it have anything interesting to say or will it just be another part of the damn Internet.
I guess we will have to see.