Geek vs Life

Back in the day, anthropomorphic personifications were my sole reason to exist. A very early memory in my head is of me walking into the kitchen at my grandparent’s house bawling, and my mother asking what was wrong. “Knight Rider isn’t on!” I cried back. “Why not, honey?” “Because of the following special programming!”

Today, I’m having flashbacks to that portion of my life. I saw this, and wished I had a ton of disposable income. And my old black leather jacket. And a greased mullet.