It's not the Holiday season, but you can die in winter anyway.
So I was perusing through some of my old entries with a fine-toothed comb and I've come to the realization that I probably don't update as much as I claim to. My esteemed colleagues warned me about this; a particular time in a bears life where things become grim and the mind starts to lose focus. I became scared, terrified even, that perhaps I might be losing my edge. So naturally, latching on to what I excel most at, I hired another agent to discuss my future obligations.
I was eventually put into contact with a representative from Time Life and we discussed doing a piece of my life style, here in Alaska. The featured piece, The Holiday Bear, 25 Years of Misery will be aired on Monday August 27th, 8pm AKST. Below is a segment of my commercial frequently advertised on PBS:
I know most of you probably didn't think I would make it this far...and why, do you ask? Well, it's common knowledge that whenever someone breaks the chains of segregation and overcomes the rigors of animal captivity by way of a zoo, the mental strain takes its toll. Fortunately enough for me, I sought therapy from a very skilled psychiatrist who helped me prepare for the road ahead. Unfortunately in his case however, I had to kill him. It's just business.
So for all of those oppose the Holiday Bear, and seek ways of ending me, you can rest easy in the fact that such a task is impossible. I'm as timeless as...well...time, heh. I think that explains enough son. Now get the fuck out of my face.
- The Holiday Bear, as timeless as time itself. Son.
I was eventually put into contact with a representative from Time Life and we discussed doing a piece of my life style, here in Alaska. The featured piece, The Holiday Bear, 25 Years of Misery will be aired on Monday August 27th, 8pm AKST. Below is a segment of my commercial frequently advertised on PBS:
I know most of you probably didn't think I would make it this far...and why, do you ask? Well, it's common knowledge that whenever someone breaks the chains of segregation and overcomes the rigors of animal captivity by way of a zoo, the mental strain takes its toll. Fortunately enough for me, I sought therapy from a very skilled psychiatrist who helped me prepare for the road ahead. Unfortunately in his case however, I had to kill him. It's just business.
So for all of those oppose the Holiday Bear, and seek ways of ending me, you can rest easy in the fact that such a task is impossible. I'm as timeless as...well...time, heh. I think that explains enough son. Now get the fuck out of my face.
- The Holiday Bear, as timeless as time itself. Son.