Today's Post Is Brought To You By The Letters "F" and "U"

Which stands for "Forty?!...Ugh...". (What did you think I meant?)

Happy 40th Birthday, Sesame Street! It's hard to believe that as of yesterday Sesame Street has been running for 40 years. (!!) I feel so old. Now that most of the characters have wrong-sounding voices, maybe it's time for the show to gracefully take a bow, though it'll be a sad day when it does. It's a double-edged sword, isn't it? You don't want a huge chunk of your youth to be gone forever, yet you don't want it to turn all sorts of wrong, either. Darn you Sesame Street, for making me overthink your relevance!

I know I've shown this picture once before some time back, but it's seriously my most favorite picture of the people in your neighborhood. If I were to get a tattoo that'd I regret when I was 80, it'd be of this:



After 40 years of singing about ladybug picnics, being roommates with an angry in-the-closet OCD bottlecap collector, living in a garbage can with a worm who's the only person that can stand being around you, having one-sided conversations with a pet goldfish, being the only vegetarian vampire who's spends his days counting random things for apparently no good reason, falling down stairs with 12 coconut cream pies, singing songs with celebrities that no 5 year old could possibly know, living among 2 furry octopus-like monsters from outer space who are scared of ringing telephones and enabling a future-diabetic's cookie problem, it's no wonder the gang of Sesame Street turned to a life of crime.