wisdom from uncle ted

recently, i identified confessing mermaid's doppleganger in the television personality of supernanny. this evening, after i had peppered my conversation with one too many memorable aphorisms, cm declared that my doppleganger had to be her imaginary uncle ted. in a brief phone conversation i managed to let drop these three memorable bombs of colloquial charm: "yeah, you're sure stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea"; "oh, hon ... the game is afoot"; and perhaps my favourite, "so he's given up tilting at windmills, huh?" apparently, these are all things cm's uncle ted would say. this is in fact difficult to verify as uncle ted, as cm pointed out several times, is imaginary. because of this, it's quite difficult to locate a picture of him, so to satisfy visual curiosity, i've googled "uncle ted" and come up with the following images of what he might look like. i'm not sure that any of them look like me in an uncanny way. nevertheless, i'm happy he's my doppleganger, if only linguistically.

an early shot of uncle ted

uncle ted and the equally imaginary, and due to her red hat, even more mythic, aunt ellen

uncle ted as i've always imagined him

i have a sneaking suspicion that this is closer to the reality of uncle ted