The Thing That

Superbowl, Shmuperbowl. I wanna watch the Lingerie Bowl!

Oh, and Kevin? Yeah, it's the Kinks. Great song, great band.

We quit watching TV back in October...but it's a new year now. Monday we sat down to watch our fave show, Girlfriends, which didn't disappoint. During the commercial break there was a saucy ad for some new kind of KY lube that heats up when you use it, and at the end of the ad they gave out an 800 number for a free sample. So of course I called. Hey, free sample is free sample. Here's the scary part: I call, get an automated menu, start pushing buttons as commanded. Then, before I've identified myself in any way at all, the robot voice says, "If your address starts with 2405 push 1," and of course our address does indeed start with 2405. This totally freaked me out (though it didn't stop me from continuing -- hey, free sample is free sample). It's one thing when I call the Times to suspend service during a vacation and the newspaper robot magically knows our address -- that just strikes me as efficient. But to call a never-before-dialed number and be pinpointed like that is scary. And by KY! What the hell else do they know about us??