what happens when productive intentions meet the middle of the afternoon drowsy lull, and both decide to jump on the couch for a little spongebob? not exactly a nap, and not exactly dreams, just very very floaty and almost participatory. i was there in bikini bottom, in spirit at least. and while i was expecting another program to come on, to let me know it was time to get up and get a move on, the bob went on and on. some sort of sponge-a-thon i suppose. hours, it was, till i roused myself enough to realize i was supposed to have been to the store and back, and finished the dishes.
it’s scary how much i know about spongebob. i know almost all the episodes by heart. i always listen for the small voice-over in the background of almost every catastrophe crying out “my leg”. i think that alone may mean i watch a little too much.
what is it about spongebob? it seems like it’s always on, or more accurately, i focus in on it moreso than other nicktoons. it’s almost the only tv i watch. is there some sort of mind control thingy at work here? why do i love that little yellow sponge so?