Addendum

I had always heard that the bigger changes in life have a habit of blindsiding you. Never before has this been illustrated for me than right this moment, watching late-night television. Lindsay Wagner came on the ol’ TV to hock some of those fancy foamy mattresses, and after a few seconds I started to realize that I had no fucking clue what show Lindsay Wagner was on from my childhood. I know her face, I know her name, but the only other fact I know for certain is that her only purpose on the tube over the last fifteen years has been to shove shit that I don’t give a shitting shit about down my throat. ….which I hope was enough double-negatives to keep my tonsils clean.

It must really chap her ass that she gets most of her airtime at the hour where I actually get too tired to search for skinemax porn, yet Paris Hilton gets a spot on Larry King to discuss her non-visit to non-jail.

BTW, If there was some non-lesbian sex going on behind those bars, you have full permission to wake me up. Please address any smarty-pants retorts about Lindsay Wagner’s legacy towards the nearest brick wall.