The “poet laureate of television,” Mr. Nipsey Russel, is dead. I’ve been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to think up a little piece of verse in his honor, but I’m not coming up with anything good. This was the best thing that I’ve come up with, but I think it’s a little too dark. I wanted something a bit more upbeat, but the timer indicates that it’s time for me to move on. (I’ve started using a little egg timer. When it buzzes, it’s time for me to move on, regardless of how good or bad a post is. This is just one of the several new, anxiety-increasing features that I’ll be rolling out this quarter.)
roses are red
violets are blue
match game was cancelled
now so are you
Hmmm…. If there were more time, I know what direction I’d take it in. I would end with a line about “living on in syndication.” That, I think, would be more appropriate.
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Here come de judge
Here come de judge
Nipsey Russel was one funny son of a bitch and apparently had a really fucking foul mouth
Here come de judge.
Mark,
I liked your verse, and think Nipsey would have, too.
You may know that Shakespeare also used a timer, because he believed, as you do, that great writing can, and should, be rushed. ;-P
“Match Game, BTW, is rerun on the Game Show Network every afternoon. I always take a break to watch it at 3:30. It is, truly, like watching the 70s.
The Match Game’s theme music is one of my all-time favorites. Especially the mellow refrain that played while the celebrities penned their answers. I think it perfectly complimented the whole laid back feel of the show. The host and guests all seemed half lit/stoned/tweaked. I always wondered what the party backstage was like before they all stumbled out for the taping.
I LOVE the Match Game! It is the epitome of 70s tee vee to me. So many of the celebrities are celbreities from being on game shows! That’s so awesome! I also have to assume that they served a lot of martinis in the green room on that show.
The other 70s show I love is Tattle Tales. Match Game on the Game Show Network is almost enough reason to get cable.
Dan,
“Here come da judge” was Flip Wilson. What are you, in your late twenties?
Chris — Don’t you mean Pigmeat Markham? That was his catchphrase for decades.
Let us pause to remember the legendary Pigmeat.
How could anybody mention The Match Game and not mention the Charles Nelson Reilly?
I wish I was in my late twenties. I’m just a dope.
Thanks for the correction “chris” if that is your real name.
I remember Geraldine and her boyfriend Killer. I thought the variety shows of the 70s, like Fip Wilson’s, Sonny & Cher, the Smothers Brothers, Donny & Marie and Laugh-in were just a riot. They are hokey to watch now, but it was a different world, where hokey was fun and funny.
And, because no one else did, I’ll claim Brett Somers (Mrs. Jack Klugman) as my favorite.
And I happen to love the name “Pigmeat.” (Someone please remind me of this if I ever have a son.)
This show was unwatchable. And quite frankly, I am beginning to question the intellectual caliber of this blog.
And anyways, everyone knows the best square was Wayland and the Madame.
Anyone else out there convinced the world is ending imminently?
I’m going to have to go and research it now, but I believe that I’ve read somewhere that Wayland was burried with Madame. (Perhaps that’s what set the end of the world in motion, Chris.)
But wait, I also heard that Madame appeared on square w/o Wayland. Was he possibly dead at the time of her appearances?
If not, I would find it more odd that he was NOT buried with her.