field correspondance

Also titled: letters I've been writing in my head while we have been driving across the state of Washington for the past two days.



Dear Thriving Metropolis of Harrington, Washington:

492 people? Really? Are you that interested in absolute accuracy that you couldn't just round your population to an even 500? I believe you get a special prize when your Welcome to Harrington sign reads that you have at least 500 people.

Sincerely,
whimsy




Dear Alicezilla,

That dinosaur roar you've been doing, though it has secured you an adorable new nickname, isn't so adorable. The noise, I mean. It's gut-wrenchingly awful, actually. It seems to be on the precise frequency of a very specific nerve of mine. A nerve that travels directly into my frontal lobe. Please see what you can do about putting that energy into making a happy cooing noise, mmmkay? Preferably before my squishy frontal lobe leaks out of my ears.

Kisses,
mama




Dear camera cord,

I packed you, I know I did. You were inside the little front pocket of the camera bag. But when I went to upload a whole mess of awesomely hilarious pictures (sure bet for one of the funniest blog posts ever to grace The Creamery... like, ever) - you were no where to be seen. Chip has suggested that you were hidden by Alice in her ramblings around the hotel room. He suggested that I check the lowest drawer in the TV armoire - the same drawer he happened to find the television remote, but you were (again) no where to be seen. Please see what you can do about making yourself available as soon as possible. The Funniest Blog Post Ever can only keep fresh in my noggin for so long.

Sincerely,
whimsy




Dear Sci-fi Channel,

This thank you note is a bit overdue, but I wanted to thank you profusely for showing the Land of the Lost marathon on Monday. It was so awesome, I can't even tell you. It was especially gratifying to see so much Cha-Ka, as he has always been one of my favorite tv characters. Chip and I are still wandering around singing the theme song nearly three days later. Thank you for the dream come true.

Yours,
whimsy




Dear Sid and Marty Crofft,

Genius. You are clearly geniuses, the makers of such great television as Sigmund the Seamonster and most especially Land of the Lost. We had the pleasure of watching a Land of the Lost marathon on Monday and let me tell you, it has never been more obvious that you were putting out a quality television program than when a person has the chance to watch nearly sixteen hours of the program back-to-back. Wow. The dialogue? The incredible plots and storylines? I am at a loss to tell you that the fact that Will and Holly continue to get themselves into trouble in every single episode (lost in tunnels, fall down holes, kidnapped by lizard people - just a few of the incredible plot devices) is just mind-blowing. I mean, some tv shows try to get fancy and wild by introducing new situations or slightly different costumes or hairstyles (Lost, I'm looking at you) - but seriously, you guys are hard core. Having Holly wear the exact same red plaid shirt, brown pants, brown belt, and those never-a-hair-out-of-place braids???? Fantastic. Hearty congratulations to the seamless and totally believeable transition from the father, Rick Marshall - to Uncle Jack. I mean, of course it would make sense that the day after Mr. Marshall is lost in a doorway through time, Uncle Jack would come through the exact same earthquake and waterfall that stranded our original heros in the Land of the Lost, like, MONTHS or even YEARS previously. I am especially impressed how Uncle Jack adjusts so easily to just sort of living in the Land of the Lost, and doesn't seem particularly concerned about either escape or the loss of his brother. I haven't even mentioned the set or the special effects, both of which were clearly AHEAD OF THEIR TIME. Kudos for a job so well done, it stands up to the test of time, 35+ years later.

Your biggest fan,
whimsy