We don't have a t.v. in our house. I'm not mentioning that fact by way of being an obnoxious yuppie who likes to brag about such things, but only as an explanation of the fact that I've never heard of the horror that follows until today:
Mrs. G. found one of these gems still in the box at a thrift store today and kindly sent me photos. Ever seen one of those movies where some guy gets to see into the future but some wise old lady tells him not to do it because what he sees may not be good but he looks anyway only to discover the old lady was right? Or the ones that take place in the not too distant future where everyone is all bland and smiling except for this one outcast who feels that we may have paid more dearly than we know for all of this beloved convenience we've achieved? That's how I felt when I saw this.