WHAT's with all the jabbering during the parade?

[a kennedy]

Just give me the bands and balloons PLEASE!!! and I REALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT THE TV shows and Broadway shows!! Ugh. And they're not even really singing the tunes...love Tony Danza BUT NOT DURING MY PARADE COVERAGE.

[otohara]

1. Aren't Macy Employees Working Today?

[roody]

2. Mute is your friend.

[a kennedy]

3. I know, but I wanted to see a drum corps from Madison, Wi.....

AND THEY'RE NOT SHOWING ANY CORPS, BANDSs OR BALOONS. Just saying..... Oh and Happy Thanksgiving to you.

[oldandhappy]

4. Jabbering is a great word!

There is jabbering during everything. Try watching a political convention. Do you get to hear anything except the main speech each evening? Used to listen to the roll call of the states on the radio when I was a kid. Loved it. Now jabber during all the convention events. Jabber for Macy's parade and the Rose Bowl parade and most everything else. And the talking heads talk so fast! Sometimes I think their mouths are on automatic. PBS is a lot better when they do the Capital 4th event. I will use 'jabber' today, smile. Happy Thanksgiving.

[ChazII]

5. It would be great if the television coverage

would go back to showing the balloons and the bands. Like you, I don't care for the Broadway or TV shows in this parade.

[LiberalElite]

6. That's why I have the sound off.

I turn it back on briefly now and then. Easy peasy on the stress.

[NV Whino]

7. Jabberwockies

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.




"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.



`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.