Not that we spend that much quality time thinking about whatever happened to Ron Popeil, but every now and then the thought occurs to us when we feel a fleeting moment of nostalgia for being up at 3 a.m. in about 1985. So this is really weird. For reasons that are completely lost on us—as we are not in the market for an in-home rotisserie—we opened some spam yesterday that offered to sell us just that, and suddenly, there was Ron Popeil. Up in the corner, smiling down, his powers obviously still very much intact because he can actually get people who should know better to open junk e-mail! OK, we’ll calm down now. But it’s oddly reassuring to know that more things change, the more they stay the same.
—Posted by Catharine P. Taylor