Ok, so I'm a Pinky and the Brain fan...NARF!
I'm entitled... POIT!!
I'm old enough... EGADS!!
So what?!
That doesn't mean MY brain is fried to the poit of narf return, does it? TROZ!!
Besides, there's just something about the phrase "Are you pondering what I'm pondering" that really hits "home" with me, because you see, I LIVE in Ponder, Texas.
Now just how perfect is that? ZORT!
BRAIN: "Pinky, I think I'll go Ponder Texas for a spell..."
PINKY: "Right, Brain! ...or, is it, uh, Left Brain? *Studies navel lint while eating a piece of chalk*
Umm, Brain, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
BRAIN: [Hmmm...Now what on earth would Pinky ponder?] *He speaks*
"Ponder. Intriguing word, of many meanings.
- To think
- To contemplate seriously, or whimsically.
Hmmm...
Ponder.
Spelled with a capital "P" with a pawprint over the hole and you have the name of the little town I call home. Population 432 (as of 1990)"
PINKY: "So, Brain, just where is Ponder?"
BRAIN: "Think about it, Pinky, just think about it..."
BRAIN: "Now, Pinky, suppose we ponder a moniker for the miniscule plot of land my new home sits on? Let's see:
"And then there are the Ponder property taxes to ponder, and...
PINKY: "But, Brain, nobody cares about pondering taxes"
BRAIN: "Pinky, I find pondering YOU extremely taxing!"
*The Brain turns his back on his nemesis and toddles off into the sunset*
"Now come, Pinky, we need to get back to the lab and prepare for tomorrow night."
PINKY: "Why, Brain? What are we going to do tomorrow night?"
BRAIN: "Same thing we do every night, Pinky, try to stop pondering Texas!"
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Updated: November 28, 1998