I still have the Farrah Fawcett poster I begged my dad to get me:
Not in my current apartment, mind you. That would be a tad disconcerting (I eventually decided after much deliberation and consultation with the very same people who talked this 40-year-old out of covering his walls with Wacky Package stickers). For now it resides in my parents' garage, along with Aurora racetracks, SST Racers, Johnny Bench Batter-Up, Micronaut Tube Station, a Star Trek Control Room playset, several Star Wars action figures and, oddly enough, a S.W.A.T. TV Series toy truck.
But for many years the poster hung in my bedroom not only because I thought Farrah was attractive but also--and more importantly--I thought it made this once fat, painfully shy kid who couldn't breathe in front of girls and didn't kiss one until an embarrassingly late age look just a little more normal. ("Okay, he actually sneaks peeks at his dad's Playboy issues only for the comics but at least there's a chick in a swimsuit on his wall.") In fact, to that end it remained on my wall long after Farrah had left Charlie's Angels, divorced Lee Majors and failed to ignite a nation's imagination on fire with Saturn 3. And so what was meant to be proof positive of my impending manhood eventually served as evidence of my all-too-obvious social immaturity.
On the plus at least my dad didn't get me the Miss Piggy poster I also requested. However, my girlfriend does have a signed autograph of Miss Piggy which now proudly resides in our apartment (how a Muppet could actually autograph a photo is a question best left for another day).
I like to think that somehow, somewhere, my eight-year-old self is thinking, "Wow, a girl and a signed Miss Piggy photo?! Well done, Ces. Well done indeed."
And, of course, it wouldn't be Fourth of July Post Week without another history lesson from Schoolhouse Rock:
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After watching the three ring circus School House Rock, now I see why we elect clowns these days.
The seeds were planted deep and are just now starting to bear fruit.
I had a Farrah poster my freshman year in college (not sure why, I never watched "Charlie's Angels." I preferred "I, Claudius" which had real topless chicks!) Ahem, at any rate, my football jock roommate got drunk again one night and used it as a dartboard. Poor Ms. Farrah's crotch had more dart holes in it....
A Miss Piggy autographed photo? What is this chick, 12 or something?
hey... what happened to the conversation with dad that was in my rss feed? i was going to express my love for dad.
farrah is ok. but she's not as funny as Dad. :)
I much prefer "Small Sacrifices." The part where she starts tapping her pencil in court when they play "Hungry Like the Wolf..." = PRICELESS.
I took my entire Dungeons and Dragons group to see Saturn 3 for my sixteenth birthday. And that probably doesn't qualify as my lamest one ever.
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