While I write my usual scathingly brilliant and totally cockeyed blog about last nights episode “Journey to Xibalba”. I’ll share a stupid story that maybe only I find funny.
As a preface, the combination of the heat in the past week in Philly, plus some changes in the medicines I take for my progressive lung disease and after effects of my kidney cancer seem to have really tired me out this week. So much so that after dinner last night, about 7:30, I decided to catch a little shut eye before the FALLING SKIES episode at 10 PM.
Woke up at 11 PM, just in time to catch the second showing but still very groggy. I saw Tom Mason on his boat and remembered seeing Karen and her Skitter henchman (henchthing?) back in Boston before Tom escaped.
So, while I regained consciousness and my wits, for some reason, I saw the boat and thought of H.R. Pufnstuf.
Yes, the old kids show from Sid And Marty Kroft.
I went to Youtube and found the opening. Low and behold, it shows Jimmy running down an idyllic hillside (Boston) and then sailing away in a magic boat, being chased by Witchiepoo and her henchman (henchthing?) and the skies growing dark and foreboding.
Suddenly, Pufnstuff appears on the shore and invites Jimmy to the island to great celebration, because he has escaped the witch.
Only, in my semi-awake state (and I was not on any kind of magic mushrooms), I saw Tom Mason sailing that boat away from danger and off to LIVING ISLAND / Charleston. I saw Karen, not Witchiepoo, waving her deadly wand to stop Tom from getting back to safety, and she had a skitter, not a henchman (henchthing?) by her side.
Weaver dressed in his best Pufnstuf finery greets him on the shore and leads him back to a great celebration with the 2nd Mass.
So, while it makes no sense, I now think of Pufnstuf every time I see Tom Mason.
Yeah, I’m really tired.
I think the police officer is actually Anthony in my hallucination. 🙂