My dad has always been a “TV Talker –He has always talked back to the TV–and at 84 his skill is as sharp as Number 2 pencil run through an electric pencil sharpener twice

He’s Crow T Robot (Mystery Science Theater 3000) without the commercial breaks. If he was in a movie theater, he’d be annoying, but home in the living room he makes bad TV worth watching.

Today he’s watching a truly terrible British Hammer film “Quatermass and the Pit”. From the other room I hear his running commentary:

“Don’t go in there, you asshole. You’ll meet up with the aliens”

“(Alan Quartermain) “I’m very disappointed in this” (Dad) “We are too!”

“Hey, it’s 50 millions years BC? And they have a spaceship made out of plastic? Where do you get a spaceship like that 50 million years ago?”

“How do you know they’re Martians? How do you know they’re not from Pluto?”

“With hands like that, how can they drive a rocket?”

This isn’t “ha ha wink wink” stuff, just an old, blue collar guy having a conversation with his best pal, Mr. Television–and it’s very entertaining.