In the past, we’ve mentioned Bob Garfield’s Web site, Comcast Must Die. It’s not quite NPR, but given our fondness for all things Bob, I have to share this segment of Nightline with you.
First, can that old lady and I be friends? She and her Comcast-smashing hammer are welcome to visit any time. And the hammer pinned to her purple sweatshirt? When I grow up, I want to be just like her.
Sadly, as charming as she is, this isn’t about the world’s most kick-ass senior citizen - it’s about Bob Garfield.
It’s kind of weird seeing him on television. I’m so used to Bob Garfield being the disembodied voice of my Wednesday night recap drafts, trapped in my iPod. He still looks a bit like Bob Vila, and I’m torn between wanting to ask him to show me exactly how to use an Allen wrench and wanting to give him hugs and bake him cupcakes.
At the same time, Bob on TV is a lot like Bob on the radio. He has some delusions of grandeur, and he’s throwing around the holy trinity (that would be metaphor, simile, and cliche). If said trinity were singles, he’s be making it rain at Platinum Plus.
Another strange thing about seeing him is seeing the way he’s dressed. It’s more or less what I expected, though I would love to take him shopping sometime. Underneath all of those layers is a caged hottie, waiting to break free.
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