For no real reason, the memory of a long-lost loved television show Dr. Katz, Professional Therapist jumped into my brain this afternoon and now I can't stop thinking about it. I would often catch the show at random times (early on a weekend morning, in the middle of the night during the week) and the interactions between Dr. Katz and his son would make me laugh until I cried. I tried to find just a short clip on-line to soothe my craving during my coffee break but what I came up with was an ad for the entire series on DVD. I feel like rushing right out, purchasing the DVD and hiding in my apartment all weekend while I binge on 81 episodes of my favorite cartoon therapist but somehow I will manage to resist the urge (although it is a really strong urge). However, if any of you out there feel like buying me a really nice gift, please keep this in mind:
A record of one woman's mass consumption of pop culture in New York City.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment