Now, It's Saturday (wink, wink. Nudge, nudge)

Saturday, when I wake up, I'm delirious and seriously caffeine-depleted. I take care of the caffeine right away but my head is pounding like John Bonham, risen from the dead; my muscles hurt all over and I feel oh, about 192 years old. Not a particularly young 192, if you get my drift.

Anyhow, it's clear that the virus has probably infected my brain and eaten holes in it or something. How could that be you say? What medical school did I attend? Well, first off Mr. Smarty Pants, I attended the UW, which has a top notch medical school. AND. I repeat, AND, I've watched every single episode of St. Elsewhere and House. (I also have a fine knowledge of the law from ten years of study of Law & Order).

More than that, though, there's this evidence. I spend the morning looking up old cartoons on YouTube.

Ah, Johnny Quest, love that name! Who didn't want to be Race Bannon, eh?!!

Marine Boy. This one goes back to the early, early years. This is like an underwater Speed Racer (which was totally awesome, by the way); even several of the characters seemed to be lifted out of templates from Racer.

Gigantor, anyone? This may have been like the first cartoon I ever watched. I remember this from like about, oh, four years old (That's 1968, kiddos).

But then it got worse, I got a hankering for some 1970s era Cher: Dark Lady, Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves, and the classic Half-Breed.

By afternoon, when my head had cleared I washed this cultural flotsam and jetsam from the sandy shores of my mind with repeated listenings on iTunes of the brilliant Seattle band Devothcka, from the two incredible albums How It Ends and Curse Your Little Heart. Afterward, I'm starting to feel the virus lose its battle for control of my body. The tide has turned...

Devotchka playing "Venus in Furs" live somewhere...Brilliant band!