More Cowbell

Last night, I was talking to my brother on the phone. It had been a while since we spoke.

"Oh hey, I've been checking out your blog," said LittleBrother. "I saw the photos of the dresser."

"What did you think?" I asked, fishing for compliments on my dresser.

"You need more references to me," he said, talking about the blog.

"Oh," I said. "Well, you know, you need to do something or say something interesting."

"So, should I make really outrageous racial statements?"

"No, oh God no."

So, I was babysitting at Medusa's last night, the one night a week I get to watch television. Fortunately, this is now the night The Office airs, the American version that SuperSkater got me hooked on. "So, are you going to watch The Office at 9:30?" I asked my brother.

"No, I boycott NBC on Thursday nights ever since they canceled Joey."

Pause from my end of the phone. "See, now you've said something blogworthy," I told him.

"Joey was a pimp!" LittleBrother continued. "He ran through supermodels, was an actor, and he lived with his sister, that chick from The Sopranos. It was the best show on television!" I guess, when you look at it that way, that show was tailor made for my brother. "I hate that My Name is Earl crap. I've never seen it, but I hate it."

Later, we had a serious conversation about Denver the Last Dinosaur, sparked by this clip that I sent him a few weeks ago (thank you, Pear Shaped Loser, wherever you are). Look, I can't explain Denver the Last Dinosaur to you; it's either a show you watched with your brother when you were kids, or not. My brother said that when he first clicked to that site, the picture didn't come up, but three beats into the theme song he "knew exactly where that was going" despite the fact that he hadn't thought about that show in ten years. And although the lyrics to the song are in French in the above clip, my brother could understand all of the words perfectly even though he does not speak any French, such is the power of Denver.