So, notwithstanding the little snippet, I see great possibilities with a "Wilson" next door. The old guy with a sort of pained sufferance with a fool next door and a lot of vainly jovial annoying questions. . . .. endless possibilities for saying stuff that you'd never say in polite society. . . .well, but maybe on JazzFanz. . . . .
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So, notwithstanding the little snippet, I see great possibilities with a "Wilson" next door. The old guy with a sort of pained sufferance with a fool next door and a lot of vainly jovial annoying questions. . . .. endless possibilities for saying stuff that you'd never say in polite society. . . .well, but maybe on JazzFanz. . . . .
Haha.. well that snippet doesn't actually do him justice. Wilson is well read in Philosophy, well educated and most of all wise. He often would tell stories about Socrates and Aristotle, etc, etc, and from those stories try to help Tim through whatever issues he confides him with.
Obviously people only post funny stuff he did on Youtube cos that's what get the most views.. LOL..
Since you brought the subject up, I've been rampaging through Google at the velocity of light, and learning all I can about it. Game wonders how I can be such a knowitall, and this is how. One thing at a time crunched under my manic thirst for information. . . .
I did find some stuff about Wilson being a backyard philosopher and an actual professional in psychiatry or something like that. . . . someone who made a living helping people with their problems. . . .listening and mentoring or something. . . . and they did push the philosopher role in the show more than the jokes. The show even dealt with a lot of real life issues .
During those years I was one of the hardest working dudes I've ever heard of, and saw virtually no TV. I did 80 hours a week on my job so I could get a down payment for my ranch. Then I did 80 hours so I could pay for the ranch and get out of my job. I called it buying my way outta Alcatraz. Well, or outta the Gulag. . . .
I missed it, and Seinfeld, too. Actually I never did much TV anytime in my life. I was the kid in school who stared out the windows To The Far Blue Mountains. . . .
and yes, some people in real life do come around and sorta draw the Wilson outta me so far as they can manage. . . . .
And as I've crunched Google for more info, I realize that what I thought I watched wasn't this "Home Improvement" but "This Old House" or something that portrayed real-life fix-it-men doing real home makeovers. I have done some home renovation, sorta, on places I have for rentals and the honey-dos, too.
In fact, I have to wake up in about five hours to go rip out some stinky carpet in the rental I had to kick the pothead out of.
And give the contractor some money to get started installing some laminate floor that won't be such a sponge for dogpee and pot fumes.
And then it's off to San Francisco again. And LA. Driving.
I said elsewhere I'm not a good driver. Let me tell some stories. . . .
My wife's driving actually scares me. I have to get my ipad out and play chess so I won't see what's going on "on the road". She thinks she's immortal.
And that's the worst mistake a driver can make.
I used to think that.