During the course of the "Five Go Mad on Mescalin" episode, I notice that Ron Tarr is wearing a ripped mesh shirt.
I notice the mesh shirt, because I had recently seen an episode of I Love the '80's where mesh shirts are discussed. So here's a mesh shirt. (someone says "plate of fish," you see an ad for "a plate of fish").
Later on in the episode, Candy Davis is wearing the same mesh shirt.
This makes sense to me because the episode implies that they are likely to be having sex, and Ron Tarr has changed into his thug suit, so why not?
As I am watching "Susie," I notice a character wearing a ripped mesh shirt. Where, I think to myself, have I seen that?
So I'm watching the next episode to review ("A Fistful of travelers' Cheques") and look:
I haven't had a chance to go through "Susie" so I don't have a screen grab from that one yet, but I promise to keep up on this amazing development.
Sitting in my post queue like a sad broken promise was the most recent post that I had been working on.
I put it here in full:
Two interesting things from the blog stats that I see this fine morning.
1) I have not posted an entry for eleven months.
2) My readership has increased by something like thirteen times since the days when I was posting somewhat regularly.
I don't have an easy explanation for either of those things. Actually, the second thing seems to be a combination of search engine robot jiggery-pokery, and an astonishing uptick in readership from Latvia. (Hello, Latvians!) The first thing is on me entirely, and the explanation isn't easy due to me not intending to give it to the internet. (Sorry, Latvians!)
I see that this post was dated Aug 19, 2013. And I have now had a quick scan of my (such as it is) readership. I have lost whatever traction I once had in Latvia. Sorry, Latvians!
"Detectives on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown" - April 22, 1993
Billions of years ago when I was young I spent half a year saving up for a book called "The ITV Encyclopedia of Adventure" by Dave Rogers. In those days before the internet, it cost $55 to get an import copy of a book that had a list price of £9.95. This book was close to 600 pages of wonders, television programs that I was quite familiar with (The Avengers, The Prisoner) shows that I had heard whispers of, but had no hope of ever seeing in my lifetime (Ace of Wands, Sapphire and Steel) and finally a huge number of programs that I had never heard of. It was like an entire other world was opening up. All of these things had been made and broadcast. Millions of people had watched them. And, of course, many of them had been deleted long ago. Lost forever before I had even a clue that they existed in the first place.
My heavens I poured over that book. I learned all about Man in a Suitcase and Special Bran…