Nowadays, however, it’s not quite so easy to determine that there is nothing on.  Now there are so many channels to get through and they all have “something” playing all night.  Thus it can take a half an hour or so to determine what the test patterns so readily told us.  There’s nothing on. 

I suppose you could disagree with me if you are the type of person who wants to talk to “Trixie” at 1-900-call-me-now-you-hot-stud or if you wanted to make millions “practically guaranteed” or lose 60 pounds although “results are not typical” or maybe even lengthen that “certain part of a man’s body” although “results may vary”.  If you are that person, then I am sorry.  Not that I was wrong, mind you, but sorry because you are that person.

Me, I’ll take the honest way every time.  Just show me the test pattern and I’ll be on my way.

The funny thing is, I used to love that stuff.  I loved seeing the rich and famous hobnobbing with one another.  I loved making fun of the worst outfits and praising the best (as if I had any inkling of what I was talking about).  I loved seeing the reactions of the winners and, even moreso, the losers in the crowd.  I loved seeing who was sitting with whom.  I loved guessing which movies and stars were going to take home the big prize (even though I rarely saw even a third of the movies nominated).

Now?  Not so much.  Now, the thought of watching the awards show makes me itch.  I wonder what happened.

Thanks so much,

love ya to bits.