Come On, Let's Go.


I have recently succumbed to the dreaded winter-sickness which plagues New York every winter. I've been sick for over a week now -- and all through Thanksgiving -- and today left work long before quittin' time. Long enough that the total time spent working was actually less than the time I spent in transit, surrounded by people equally sick. The paranoia caused by our miserable economy has turned the subways into some sort of horrible reverse-quarantine, where the violently ill, myself included, subject their newly weaponized coughs and sneezes upon one another in an attempt to needlessly re-disprove the miasma theory.

I can distinctly remember the first time I ever stayed home sick from school in America -- I was six, and my mother and her husband had gone off to work and left me with the television and a plate of bread and salami. Having neither an appetite nor the taste for salami, I picked it at and watched Sesame Street for the first time. This became a sort of personal tradition for years, until we got cable and I switched to whatever was on Nickelodeon (Nick Jr., actually - a channel I had aged myself well out of and still watched and somehow enjoyed) and, in my pre-teen years and on, Comedy Central.

A few years back, musician and mashup artist Paul Thorpe (then going under Braces Tower ) released this remix of Sesame Street's segment about counting to twelve. Another artist, Gordyboy, synced it to the original video. Enjoy!


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