The past inside the present

Yes, I realize this place is like a ghost town. Time, chance, and viral infections have conspired against any drive to post here lately…thankfully, I’m finally getting a grip on both my backlog of unfinished work (yes, I’ve sipped the Getting Things Done Kool-Aid, but more on that later) and am finally shaking this cold/upper respiratory thing.

It’s interesting how, in my “absence,” a post regarding a former late-night TV obsession of mine has become a community in and of itself. Who knew there were that many others watching guys sell sharp shiny things at 2:00 in the morning?