Funeral for a Friend

I feel like I should be wearing an armband.

In 17 minutes, analog television will join dinosaurs and betamax in the history books. I usually get a little misty then this type of experiential mile marker comes along. But as I surf the late night programming, I run across shows like "According to Jim" (a show which I would have sworn was canceled years ago); two channels where all the characters are speaking Spanish; and "The Late, Late Show," which is inexplicably hosted by the unfunny Jimmy Fallon.

Pulling the plug suddenly seems like the right thing to do.