Can You Tell Me How to Get...
Coming in a little late now, seeing how the big 40th birthday party was yesterday. But let me tell you about me and Sesame Street. For a week now it's been shoved down my throat and waves of heart-wrenching nostalgia was the result. The brother and I had a long discussion about Jim Henson and everything he meant to us.
Most importantly though, for me, he was the voice of Ernie.
Ernie was my first fannish obsession. At those tender Sesame Street appropriate ages, there was nothing I loved more than Ernie. I recall coming home from Kindergarten in the afternoon, mom making me a tuna melt, and switching on Sesame Street, and waiting impatiently for Bert and Ernie bits to come on.
I don't even know where my first Ernie doll came from. It was just always there for me to carry around, strap into a car seat if we were going for a ride.
Then my sister had cut all his hair off, and a sibling-induced tug-of-war ended with one of his arms being ripped. Instead of being devastated, I decided that the short hair was because he had joined the army and had subsequently been injured. I was a very good field nurse to him.
I remember clearly that one day Mom had taken me to K-Mart in Janesville. Wandering down the aisle, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at a perfectly-plush doll in a box and plastic. I grabbed it, tugged on my mom and said. "It's....It's....Crazy!"
"Crazy" of course, was my nickname for Ernie. Because, well, he always acted so crazy and infuriated Bert.
So I finally had a shiny new Ernie doll. I can't remember whatever happened to that one. :(
At the moment, I have two small, Ernie plushies that hang out by my Star Wars beanies. But with all this Sesame Street love hitting us in the face, I realized how much I'd love to have a proper Ernie doll. The kind that can be on bed with the teddy bears. But you know what? You go to the store and it's nothing but Elmo and maaaaybe cookie monster.
Fuck Elmo. I hate Elmo. Who cares about Elmo!?
I went out today in the hopes of buying myself three specific things. I found none of them between two stores, and the lack of Ernies almost made me cry. Full disclosure: lack of sleep really ups my anxiety issues, and that probably didn't help.
Also, I rather want this shirt
Most importantly though, for me, he was the voice of Ernie.
Ernie was my first fannish obsession. At those tender Sesame Street appropriate ages, there was nothing I loved more than Ernie. I recall coming home from Kindergarten in the afternoon, mom making me a tuna melt, and switching on Sesame Street, and waiting impatiently for Bert and Ernie bits to come on.
I don't even know where my first Ernie doll came from. It was just always there for me to carry around, strap into a car seat if we were going for a ride.
Then my sister had cut all his hair off, and a sibling-induced tug-of-war ended with one of his arms being ripped. Instead of being devastated, I decided that the short hair was because he had joined the army and had subsequently been injured. I was a very good field nurse to him.
I remember clearly that one day Mom had taken me to K-Mart in Janesville. Wandering down the aisle, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at a perfectly-plush doll in a box and plastic. I grabbed it, tugged on my mom and said. "It's....It's....Crazy!"
"Crazy" of course, was my nickname for Ernie. Because, well, he always acted so crazy and infuriated Bert.
So I finally had a shiny new Ernie doll. I can't remember whatever happened to that one. :(
At the moment, I have two small, Ernie plushies that hang out by my Star Wars beanies. But with all this Sesame Street love hitting us in the face, I realized how much I'd love to have a proper Ernie doll. The kind that can be on bed with the teddy bears. But you know what? You go to the store and it's nothing but Elmo and maaaaybe cookie monster.
Fuck Elmo. I hate Elmo. Who cares about Elmo!?
I went out today in the hopes of buying myself three specific things. I found none of them between two stores, and the lack of Ernies almost made me cry. Full disclosure: lack of sleep really ups my anxiety issues, and that probably didn't help.
Also, I rather want this shirt