I just had a sort of commercial-culture harmonic convergence: I’m sitting at home, eating a bowl of Count Chocula cereal, watching reruns of Pinky and the Brain, humming along with its catchy theme song (you must scroll down to see the Pinky and the Brain version of Man of La Mancha), which are being broadcast on a brand-new Viacom/Nickelodeon cartoon channel on my trusty Direct TV satellite system.
I feel deeply, pathetically manipulated and oppressed by The Man.
