The Beauty of....

ON DEMAND!!!! Yes!

Every so often I get bored and turn on the boob-tube. As usual, I am sorely disappointed that I pay SATAN (Comcast blog) a hundred bucks or so a month for 197 channels on which there is not a damn thing to watch.

However, there is a slight redeeming quality to my personal hate of beelzebub. On-Demand! Yay!

Now where else will one find such an unlimited supply of good stuff?
My joy stems from the fact that I found TubeTime, and this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced such utter happiness.

Today, I found *sniffle, tear* Fantasy Island, my friends!

How could I possibly resist?
Well, what other show can take viewers into the past, into the future, into kinky love affairs?
But wait! That’s not all, folks! Your host for the journey is a sexy dude, with orange skin, a white leisure suit, and a midget!

Some freaky crap went on there on Fantasy Island… Scary, sometime criminal things. You know how warped folks can be when they are fantasizing. Anyhoo, Mr. Rork, lets these demented people have their freaky fantasy (generally with ill results waiting in the wings), only to step in at the last second and save the day!

At the end of the day, all visitors get a lei and fly off on ZEEEplane.

Wow. On-Demand! You’re my hero.