From the "Trying their darndest to stave off obscurity" files comes this story about someone who always annoyed the heck out of me.
Remember the TV show Saved by the Bell? Of course you do. Girls liked it for two of the three main male stars -- Mark Paul something or other (who, despite persistent rumors, is NOT dead from an auto accident), and Mario López (whose career basically IS dead, as he's currently doing some lame show on the Animal Planet network). Guys of course liked it for young Miss Kelly Kapowski, who gave us that same feeling of climbing the rope in gym class.
(Yes, I realize there are certain individuals out there who perhaps appreciated the show for its other characters. But frankly, the so-called "Beldingphiles" scare me...)
ANYWAY, back to the original purpose of this post. I saw something in the paper yesterday that does not concern any of the actors or actresses that I have mentioned so far. Instead, this is a story about Screech. Yes, that Screech. It would seem that the vocally-impaired, curly-top goofball is selling autographed T-shirts of himself in order to raise enough money to stop foreclosure on his house. My guess is that "the Bell" just wasn't enough to save him, in the long run. Now, he's relying on his legions upon legions of fans to shell out their hard earned dough.
Can't say that I'll be giving to the cause, but if anyone else is interested, here is the address to help out poor old Screech.