Ihad big plans to study all day Saturday, but as fate would have it, Saturday just wasn’t meant to be a day for intellec- tual enhancement in the field of economics, which I now regret ignoring all weekend. Saturday was more of a day to sit around with a couple friends, drink International House coffee, and discuss world affairs. I am about to tear down that cosy setting as quickly as I built it.

tion to the fact that Casey has not aged in well over twenty years. This surely distorts the concept of reality for an impressionable five-year-old. I do not recall Casey receivin an education and he lived in a tree house in the back yard, only being allowed in for the night if he had a valid excuse.

Was Mr. Dress-Up a single parent? Was he even related to

We were in the Pit -- hardly the cosiest place campus has to offer -- along with four or five other work- weary and uninspired students who had also drained themselves both physically and mentally. We were drinking the usual variety of soda pops (I give only one free endorse- ment per article), and to a certain extent were discussing world affairs. The importance and mentality of these affairs is the key to all this, but I must say it was a definite departure, whether welcome or unwelcome, from the usual topics ranging from the Mastrict Treaty to the purpose of the Preston Manning’s of the world.

Finrgan, C0g-t ha didn't bark jmivicnise.

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mysterious man without a first name These are many of the questions little Danny might deman to be answered by th almighty CRTC. We should all be thankf

Casey? Who was thi

program that is threatening to un- ravel the social tapestry of this grea country. We can onl hope future genera- tions may be saved from this program bornoutofpure

This day our discussion focused on Dan Quayle. Now, I know you are questioning as to why I deemed this man (I hope this word usage won’ t lead to the downfall of a gender) to be an unusual subject. I do realize he certainly is not arare conversation top, but it was the context in which he was used that gave the discussion a decidedly Canadian twist: whether or not vice president

Quayle has ever been afforded the pleasure of viewing CBC’s

‘Mr. Dress-Up.’

‘Mr. Dress-Up.’’ The name alone brings to mind for count- less twentysomething’s thoughts of childhood, of growing up in the 70’s, of Finnigan -- the dog that didn’t bark, just

whispered. Enjoy this masterpiece while you can, for once Mr. Quayle’s children teach him how to use the satellite dish and he catches a glimpse of Canadiana, it will be good- bye tickle-trunk.

There are a number of complaints Quayle might bring to the public eye and I really don’t think Aunt Bird has the ambi- tion of Murphy Brown to retaliate. After all, she’s no spring chicken (sorry, Icouldn’t resist). Quayle might bring atten-

conspiracy to twist the ideals of conservative family values.

All of this is being said with the assumption that the trials and tribulations of Casey (last name Dress-Up?) would not be deemed too challenging for the vice president. Just mak sure that before it is hauled off the air, sit down with som¢ close childhood friends and experience the half-hour com- mercial-free show that moulded our generation into the corrupt, careless, selfish, and angry one it is.

I would like to thank my colleagues for joining me in the discussion that prompted my writing of this article -- a discussion that would rival those of the McLaughlin group anyday, not to mention the sauna chats at the beginning of “*Sisters.”’ '

Until the next time I decide to share moments from my personal life with you, the reader of this free publication, ! will leave you with one question sure to challenge the ne conservatives of the world: What was with Sinead O’Connor’s shredding frenzy with the Pope’s pic on SNL?

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