"He's in the forest. Behind my house."
I've got a bit of gallows humor when it comes to sudden and unexpected unemployment these days (my husband lost his job last week). I talked to Big Bird this morning to see how he was doing with Mitt Romney's threat to defund PBS, especially after he brought up Big Bird by name.
Me: How are you doing, buddy?
Big Bird: It's like it was personal! (sounds of sobbing, beak blowing and nest gnashing)
The Yellow One was too distraught to talk via phone, but he did email me this pictorial later this afternoon.
BIG BIRD'S
FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF
STAGE ONE: DENIAL AND ISOLATION
This can't happen! I've been to the White House! A REPUBLICAN WHITE HOUSE.
See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
STAGE TWO: ANGER
But I was on the Walk of Fame, bitches!
By Benmckune at en.wikipedia [Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons
STAGE THREE: BARGAINING
I could totally make a fresh start in publishing. What a thriving industry!
Creative Commons License by Pop Culture Geek on Flickr
STAGE FOUR: DEPRESSION
Fuck. It just hasn't been the same since the late Seventies.
Creative Commons License by Evelyn Giggles on Flickr
STAGE FIVE: ACCEPTANCE
I'd better go vote for Barack Obama.
Creative Commons License from Poster Boy NYC on Flickr
Rock the vote, America.
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