{"id":14320,"date":"2015-02-20T10:25:13","date_gmt":"2015-02-20T16:25:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=14320"},"modified":"2015-02-20T10:26:57","modified_gmt":"2015-02-20T16:26:57","slug":"the-gameshows-of-nogglestead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2015\/02\/20\/the-gameshows-of-nogglestead\/","title":{"rendered":"The Gameshows of Nogglestead"},"content":{"rendered":"

So I’m sitting in the parlor, reading nine month old Wall Street Journals<\/em> (Russia is causing trouble in Ukraine! Syria is a mess! The whole middle east is going up in flames!), and my six-year-old comes into the room. He has the cover for the pegs from the Electronic Battleship game, which means the pegs are all over the floor somewhere, and a small plastic toy bin inverted, which means the toys are all over the floor somewhere. He’s banging on the bottom of the bin in a beat that I’ve heard described as quarter notes. “Guess the song,” he says.<\/p>\n

“Jesus Loves Me,” I say, looking over my paper much like I expect Clarence Day’s father<\/a> would. I’d heard him mention that song to his older brother a couple minutes ago.<\/p>\n

“No!” he said. “It’s ‘We’re Going to Rock Out To Electric Avenue’.”<\/p>\n

In his mind, it sounded like this:<\/p>\n