Well, I have this useless storage space in my brain that hoards movie quotes and scenes that no one else remembers. Steve now plays in an indie rock band, Steve Burns and the Struggle, I follow up on him considering I used to have a mad crush on him when I was little, but all of that's besides the issue at hand.
I hear the musings of a lonely man who's spent the better part of his early adulthood in the same green striped shirt, developing a slight combover and interacting with nothing but a green screen several hours a day. In recovery from my recent surgery, I've spent the most of my days of late sleeping in my room, a thin and hollow door the only barricade between me and my wasted childhood repeating with great similitude in the youth of today. These five children, even the oldest at six who scoffs at the foolish antics of Nick Jr., have plastered their searching eyes on the screen, anticipating that short space of time of interaction when Steve will allow for them to enter his world by encouraging excited outbursts such as, "Notebook!" or "Thinking chair!" or "Leotard!" Just how much entertainment those two some-odd hours of games and guesswork would strain and stretch, I doubt any of us anticipated.
My parents purchased two Blue's Clues VHS tapes at a yard sale for the entertainment of their grandchildren. No, not any over-animated woman in matching stripes to ease his senile solitude, but his gender-confused canine, Blue. These past several days have been chalk full of skinned knees, dress-up's, s'mores and-of course-the infamous child's show with Steve and his female companion.
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