Nobody who watched TV in the 80s can hear "Sit, Ubu, sit... Good dog." and not bark (at least in their head). And of course the MTM kitty meowing.
The favorite of ours now is Chuck Lorre Productions. They are great little bits of personal philosophy and/or humor after some of our favorite shows.
A couple weeks ago, #482 came up and I took a picture of it. I imported the picture into Word, printed it as a PDF and had Acrobat run an OCR on it. I copy, pasted, and edited it up, and now have a nice word document of it.
Then when I thought to write this blog, I thought I'd link to any sort of page Chuck Lorre might have.
As you can see by clicking the above link, he has all of his vanity cards available to read.
But nothing acquired easy is as appreciated, right? So anyway, here's #482:
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #482The things I have spent my life depending on are undependable. Because they are things. And things re, by their very nature, subject to change. This applies to people as well. People change. People leave. Inevitably we all leave. The world, therefore , is essentially an unstable, uncertain environment. That's why I choose to believe in, and depend on, an unchanging, eternal, omnipresent non-thing. I prefer not to call it God, because the very word tends to thing things up. So I try not to call it. I try to experience it. Easy to do looking out at the ocean. Hard to do looking up at the ocean. Easy to do when you look at a baby. Hard to do if the baby is next to you on a long plane flight. Easy to do when you look at a pretty girl. Hard to do if you were once married to her. Clearly what blocks me from transcendence is judgment. If I were able to suspend having an opinion on drowning, other peoples' baby’s vomit, and alimony, if I could simply see these things as they area - actions devoid of meaning until I give them meaning - I could experience some semblance of union with the infinite sublime. I'd instantaneously transition from neurotic sitcom writer to one seriously badass guru dude. People would travel great distances to ask me for guidance with their personal problems. I'd wisely tell them "It is what it is." They’d judge this as being ridiculously inadequate advice and punch me. But I'd be okay with it because I'm, you know, exalted.