TeeVee Mailbag VIII: Nothin' But MailbagsBut even a curmudgeon needs to be hugged every now and again, to be told, "There, there, li'l grumpy fella, we appreciate all your hard work, all your whining and carping. Why, without you, who else would point out that Tim Curry is getting fat?" Such was the tenor of our last mailbag, TeeVee Mailbag VII: When Readers Attack. Fresh off a bruising three-day firefight with a militant offshoot of the Curryite radical group, we took a moment out of our busy schedules to point out that if you readers had so little regard for our efforts at delivering backbreaking piles of comedy, we would just disband the site and put up something more utilitarian--advice on kitty litter, for instance. The theory being, of course, that if we leaned on the conch shell hard enough, eventually all seven or eight of our heretofore silent, but deeply admiring, readers would come forth and affirm our existence. And it worked! First out of the forest was one William Gellatly, who wrote to say:
What could we say after such a masterful, intellectually penetrating deconstruction of our raison d'etre, but "He likes us! Billy likes us!" Next up was Robyn Davis:
Dear, dear Robyn. You have us all confused. Michaels is the funny one, Knauss is the cute one, Snell is the quiet one, and Ko... Ko's our Ringo.
Then you'll surely look forward to future pieces: "Tim Allen IS a one-trick pony!," "John Lithgow IS a freakishly tall ham!," and "Kirstie Alley IS a scientologist!"
And better off with readers like you, Robyn. Thus began a flood of cloying TeeVee groupies: "I love your stuff. Keep it up." --Larry Bacharach "Visited for the first time this AM and thoroughly enjoyed your articles." -- "TUrbon" "'Hooray For Kitties' made me laugh out loud." --Pat Dougherty "Good lord, I wasn't aware that you inspired such ire.... After careful consideration and much thought, though, I can see where they might have a point; on the other hand.... fuck 'em." --Jeffrey Davis "Your reviews and snide remarks are mesmerizing...." --Mike Walker And finally: "Off to Colorado on Sat. morning. Have a great Thanksgiving, and take some videos of the parade for me!!! Love, Gib" No problem, Gib. We'll be sure to water the chrysanthemums.... Frankly, after such an overwhelming outcry of love, devotion, and idolatry, we couldn't help but feel... well, a bit yucky. Hey, what did you expect? We're curmudgeons. We need to feel curmudgeonly about stuff. All this lovey-dovey nonsense, it dulls our senses. Why, just the other day we accidentally stumbled across an episode of Jenny and the only thing we could say was, "Mmmm, silicon...." Which is why we thank God that it was at that point Tammy Arlen parachuted in fresh off her recent lobotomy.
[I]t seems to me that your Peter Ko writer has some kind of personal vendeta with Bronson Pinchot. Bronson is a sweet man and a true comedian.... He has been an almost constant companion in our living room for many years now and we are among the millions of people who will be very sorry to see him disappear from our television screens.
You probably laughed when you heard your writing had gotten Meego canceled and that those of us in Middle America are going to be forced to watch trashy shows now. But not so fast. I and my husband have started the MEEGOMANIACS! a group dedicated to saving this wonderful show. It will not be an easy task, trying to overcome the arguments of family-hating so-called writers like yourselves, but I know we can succeed.
We have received several dozen hits on our website already, even though it has only been up for a couple days. With support like that, CBS will beforced to listen to us. Hopefully, they will choose family over the cynical views of professional critics such as yourselves.
Tammy Arlen President of the MEEGOMANIACS Needless to say, we were speechless... especially our Peter Ko writer, which has been on the fritz of late. Don't get us wrong: we were more than pleased to hear that we helped CBS give ol' Meego and his spiky-haired imp a fat kick in the ass out of fame and fortune's door. We just had no idea that we wielded such power. And if we do, why we haven't abused it more in the past--to put Murphy Brown out of its misery, say, or to consummate our inevitable union with Carmen Electra. But nothing prepared us for what landed in our mailboxes next, from Jane Curtis:
Apparently this refers to a future Mad About You story arc in which Paul and Ira have a fling, and Jamie trades the baby for a vial of crack.
Well, in the case of Thomas Jefferson, yes.
A witch?!? That's as bad as a show about... an alien!!!
It's a mystery no more: Bronson Pinchot sucks!
That's because The Simpsons appeals to clever bastards like ourselves, while Meego and Full House only appeal to noodle-brained saps--like you.
Oh goodness, please don't say you're going to march....
You heartless fiends! We can only hope the Meegomaniacs' motto is: "We put the 'egomaniac' in 'Meegomaniacs!'"
Logic? Logic? We'd sooner throw bricks at your skull.
Ah, the Internet. Giving every twit with a keyboard access to the world. Ain't it great?
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