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...
