The Confession
Since I will absolutely puke if I see or hear any more stories about how seven voters locked in an abandoned well could theoretically swing the election, let's talk about something far more important today.There's been a Pam Dawber sighting.
Actually, it wasn't a sighting--it was a hearing. I was driving home yesterday and heard her voice on the radio, advertising a speed reading program.
Heh. Speed reading. That's for another day.
Now Pam Dawber's career hasn't exactly been breathtaking. Her 'Notable TV Guest Appearances' in the IMDb filmography includes this entry:
"Aaahh!!! Real Monsters" playing "House-buying Wife" (voice) in episode: "Wrong Again!"
It's not Hamlet.
However, none of that matters, because I loved Pam Dawber in 1978, and I still do today. She co-starred with Robin Williams in Mork and Mindy, and when I was seventeen she was older and lovely and everything that was right with the world.
The best thing about Pam Dawber was that I knew I had a chance. She was in love with a space alien. I was less strange than a space alien--at least marginally--so Pam Dawber was theoretically in my wheelhouse.
I knew Pam Dawber was just a character in a television show. In a conceptual sense, though, there were beautiful women out there in love with space aliens, and all I had to do was keep looking.
So there's my first confession. The second is that in spite of my status as professional cynic and smart ass, I have this all-encompassing love of the television show The Gilmore Girls. Since the target demographic is probably fourteen to seventeen year old girls, my affection for this show is enormously embarrassing. Yet I would run half a mile over broken glass to avoid missing an episode.
Two confessions. That's all you're getting.
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