"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!"
If you heard this, oh, I don't know, a few times each month over the course of 5 years, say, it would really become a part of you, wouldn't it? Sometimes I think that a message like this might be at the bottom of every little thing. F'r'instance: Why do I find mist the most beautiful of atmospheric phenomena? Could just be that I watched a lot of TV.
Television was the evil mind-rotter of those days, and I rotted enough of mine to choke a horse, but I still can't see trying to watch a show on that tiny little telephone screen! I mean, there isn't even enough screen there to rot a really poor mind. If you want to rot your mind properly, you'll need ads, too, and reruns and time-based programing. Kids today don't even have a chance, actually, at rotting their minds well.
However, if you ever want to throw a little retro mind rot party, here's what you do: You get a dvd of I Love Lucy at the library, and get some lesser shows, too, like, The Big Valley and Bonanza, and get a really good show, like The Wild Wild West or The Rockford Files. Now, carefully break each episode apart into 5 or 6 sections. I recommend watching Lucy first, and then the two dud shows, because you are waiting, see, for the good one, the Wild Wild West, but you don't want to go do something else in between because that isn't in the spirit of mind rotting at all. At each of these intervals you have broken the show into put on an old ad from YouTube's vast archive of such things, and then run into the kitchen to get one of these things: a drink of water, or, a sugary soda, or a cheap beer even, if you are old enough. You could also get packaged cookies, or maybe that odd popcorn that you make on the stove, with the foil pan attached. One thing that is a nice and nostalgic snack is to make instant Jell-O pistachio pudding. You just pour cold milk on the pale celadon powder and voila! It really is instant, and it goes down easy with mind rotting shows.
Once the show you were waiting for has 'aired' you would do well to drag yourself through a really pretty bad show, like, Father Knows Best, or even Gilligan's Island, because what you want of course, is more of the good stuff, but now all that is on is these shows you never would have turned on the TV for in the first place.
And that, my friends, is the way it was, and I'd love to stay and talk about it further, but my show is coming on in a few minutes!