I am High Society and Ivy League Educated and I Love Anchorman
I myself live a very high brow existence. I wake to the dulcet tones of the latest productions of the Hartford Opera Theater. I meditate before rising by mentally scanning the existential treatises of Soren Kierkegaard for irony.
I start my day with a healthy breakfast rich in Tuscan grains and peeled southern European grapes. They give my skin a healthy aristocratic sheen which complements my extensive and well-traveled vocabulary.
Mid-morning is usually spent viewing a marathon of episodes from Masterpiece Theater from several decades ago when it was still-well written.
For lunch my personal chef rotates which continent today's cuisine will hail from. Seven continents...one for each day of the week...Antarctica's pemmican hoosh and stewed penguin being my personal favorite.
Afternoons are spent at poetry readings. This week's reading will be The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot, the unedited version, replete with Sanskrit translations, and readings from the author's sanitarium patient files.
For dinner it is tuxedo tails and top hats, caviar and incandescent wit. My guests and I regale ourselves by guessing what was in Lord Byron's burned memoirs.
But admittedly evening is the one time I allow myself the possibly mind-numbing experience of dabbling in the coarser arts. Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy happens to be my favorite method of resting my brain so that afterward I may be prepared for slumber. It also helps me to be relate better to the rabble since I don't always have a translator when I run into them at the DMV.