It’s funny how, like, you can be doing something completely innocuous, completely normal, and suddenly you remember things of minute importance from ten or fifteen years ago. Like yesterday, I was walking up the steps, and maybe it was the quality of the light or maybe it was a smell in the air, but suddenly I remembered my long-lost friends Buck and Silas and that, for two-and-a-half weeks in 1988, they referred to themselves as Mary-Ellen Cheesetoast and Helen Fruitsalad. I promptly exploded in laughter.
I guess you had to be there.
In other news, Jeremy send ’round a fantastic link to a proposed Superbowl advertisement that may or may not have been canned by CBS. Whether or not that’s the case, why don’t you take a moment out of your busy, jet-setting schedule and drop the friendly folks at Columbia Broadcasting Systems a line and tell ’em not to censor your freakin’ programming… Hell, nobody watches that network anyway–they’ll be happy to get the email. Provided, of course, that the creators of smash hits like Becker and Cupid and (formerly) Matlock know how to use email…
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