(Historical Notes: There are fewer and fewer mainstream cultural events I bother paying attention to every year, but I still get up early Thanksgiving morning for the yearly waiting for those stupid Broadway numbers to get out of the way so we can see some freakin’ balloons.  And yes, I really am so out of touch with Pokemon that I genuinely wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be some new baby form or what.  My nephew is big into Pokemon now, and I’m even more lost now than I was here.  How is anybody supposed to write a Poke-rap long enough to cover all of these new things?)