Remember when I said I was slowly going insane? Yeah. By now I'm pretty much cuckoo. In my cuckoo state of mind, I thought I would contemplate something of great importance:
Where's Waldo?
I mean, this guy has been in hiding for years. Someone's ought to have spotted the bugger by now. Sure, he as a list of aliases, depending on which children are searching for him, including Wally (British tykes), Jura (Croatia), Holger (Denmark), Volli (Estonia), Charlie (France), Hetti (India), Walter (Germany), Vili (Hungary), Valli (Iceland), Efi (Hebrew children call him this), Willy (Norway), and Hugo (Sweden).
You'd think that with that many names he's make somebody's watch list.
He never changes his clothes, either. With a consistent outfit, he should have been spotted at least once.
Or at least smelled.
Silly boy. I wonder what he's hiding from. He's probably part of an international espionage ring. Move over, James Bond, the new kid in town's gonna bust in. This is driving me crazier than I already am. The whole concept makes no sense. I mean, to children it's perfectly plausible, a sort of geeky kid going on world adventures, but to a cynical chick like me, I have to wonder, what's this sucker running from? A psycho ex-girlfriend? Stalkers? Well, yeah, since everyone's freaking looking for him. Is he on some sort of mission to hook up with Carmen SanDiego?
I give up. brb. Gotta find Waldo. And interrogate him.
Heart, me.
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