getting there is 1/2 the fun

Inspector Gadget's theme song has no lyrics.

Transformers theme song was written by the same songster.

The Smurfs were a Spanish creation.

Half the motivation for perfecting a post is finding that perfect photo, the right medium to enhance this post Shakesperian pentameter.  I'm 1/2 tempted to photo my self typing this page, wouldn't that be Escheresque; or I could wait till tomorrow and have someone photo me walking a narrow path, arms outstreached to maintain balance, dignity and form like the comely trees.  However, Why should this focus so much on me.  Oh, I know you love me, in spite of all my flaws, and sure I left you high and dry up there in the Rockies or Andes or whatever hills you find yourself in.  But c'mon, you'll get along fine without me, and hey, I'm sure you'd actually like to be here too, right?  Be truthful, you're jealous, and secretly inwardly you're craving this experience.  Okay, I've gone too far, there's no going back now.  I cannot turn this ship around and insert some serious high minded societal critique.  Just stop reading, I'll stop typing, and I'll try to find some silly photograph to insert.  But seriously (as if I could get serious at this juncture), there was only one man in the Garden, ya know?  How slow and dull was that compared to bustling hustlers out here on the main?  These towers are taller than trees, each of them filled to the brim with little Adam replicas.  I've really been thinking, to tell you the truth, about food.  Remember how they ate the apple?  Remember how later they craved leeks and melons?  Samson and Jonathan both had a weakness for honey.  We've all gotta eat.  But what is it about 40 day and nights that starves that craving?  Flesh counts for nothing means something... Something that can't be learned in a garden.  Switching from petrol to rocket fuel is taking a while, but I'll get off this rock sooner or later, just wait and see.  You know the weird thing about vampires?  Especially in the 19th century version, the assistant turned lunatic kept saying, "The blood is the life."  There's truth to that.  It's in Leviticus 17.   And I think that when we turned away from savoring the eternal Bread, we began to eat each other (spiritually speaking), which is what evil spirits do, too.  If we insist on this, like Paul in Galatians says, we'll just devour each other up.   A mad scientist should always experiment on himself first before trying it on others.  So my hypothesis is that we need more than bread for life.  We need words that will never pass away.  My initial contest is to spend less "me time", less time with "friends", and more time with someone closer than a brother.  I'll let you know how it works out.

I'm really going out on a limb here.  I.G.'s lyrics are "do do do do do, Inspector Gadget.... Go, Gadget, Go!"  I'm lying about the authorship of the two songs, I really don't know.  And as far as I know, Smurfs creator's name is Payayo or something like that, so maybe he is from Spain : ?