Sandwiched between ads for senior medications with the usual side effects so frightening they can’t possibly make up for the benefits, and offers for legal representation to products liability victims who surely must not have survived their ordeals, were two episodes of this rather sleepy series I’d forgotten had originally aired in time slots for livelier audiences, then into syndication where it kept me company for a decade of lonely late nights—
[Sent: Fri Jun 28 04:46:08 1996] Speaking of religion, I’m up right now (at, what, 4:30 in the morning–I woke up a couple of hours ago after this weird dream that made me question my feelings for couple of women from my past), watching late-night TV, of course, and find myself flipping between a number of different programs, one of which happens to be the Jack Van Impe Ministries, somewhat reminiscent of the 700 Club in format and content. (The other is Dear John, not only because Kate’s tits look bigger than ever before in this particular episode, but also since this local channel airs the phone sex ads featuring my beloved 1-800-510-SEXY woman. I make no bones about my damnation.) Seems like the Christians are foretelling doom and gloom, but then again, what else is new: now they’re predicting the Second Coming before the Millennium, preceded, if you recall your New Testament, by the rise of the Anti-Christ. Oh, geez. I wonder if they’ll wipe out past credit problems after Armageddon?
Looking at them again, no, they weren’t that big (I’ll clean up my act whenever the church proves themselves right), but she was the sort of vulnerable character that would ultimately shape my interactions with women, for better or worse. Surprised to realize it is the same Isabella Hofmann now with the recurring role as Martin “Firestorm” Stein’s wife on The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow.
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