So there’s this professor who hates television So Much that he decides that the medium used to relay information is more important than the information relayed. Using this revelation that the “Medium is the Message” the professor decides that the content must be the audience. Becoming aware of the audience, he then breaks the forth wall to ramble at us with his crazy ideas. And I guess this guy is Canadian. Or else he wouldn’t be a Part of our Heritage now would he?

What? I saw this commercial dozens of times as a youth and I have no idea (zero actual idea) what the crazy professor is going on about. I’m sure that the idea that “the medium is the message” has some sort of meaning to people who have had it better explained, but it is not conveyed to me in this piece. It just sounds like he is “television is bad for you because the method used to educate and entertain someone is important and television is a bad method.”

I just don’t get it.

This one is weak. I can only give it One and a Half out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake because I only understand about 25% of what is going on in this one.

A message for radio stations: When you come in between the songs to tell us that you don’t interrupt the songs, you have interrupted the songs. That is all.

Why are there so many sitcoms set in radio stations, but I can’t think of one set in a graveyard.

I thought I would get no SecGov Robots done today and that made me feel bad. But then I rushed out a couple of pages and proved myself wrong. Now I feel bad because I was wrong.

So anyway:

I never doubted that I’d have a Phone Guys, because I did a year’s worth of those last October, of course. This is one:

I have long been prepared for myself to travel back from the future to visit present-me and offer me advice or even supertechnology. I even had a code-phrase in place that I would be able to tell myself to prove that I was really future me! But I still haven’t had a visit from Future-Me. I was wondering why this was…

Somebody recently helped me realize what’s going on. It’s like this: At some point between now and the Future, my code phrase must become compromised. The bad guys (be they humans, robots, aliens, or commies) have somehow learned my secret code and Future-Me had to pick a new secret code and I don’t know it yet. So that means that Future-Me can’t visit me because I’m out of the loop. Curse my many enemies. Curse them all for ruining my time-travel fun times.

Haiku!

From the far future
come a man and a robot.
They are my new friends.

Speaking of time-travel, I do believe that the new season of Doctor Who has just started, so I am going to watch that in the considerably not-distant future.

Thanks to the joys of no backgrounds and expository dialogue I want to get through quickly, I have brung you five pages of SecGov “action” today!

And hey, here’s something stupid I did while watching stuff:

You see? They ate the aliens they made contact with!

And also the Phone Guys happened: