In the early 2000s, I bought a DVD recorder. To test its editing function, I selected bits from two channels randomly, and edited them together. The result sounded like cryptic dialogue from an existential play:
Mr. Carlin (a patient of Dr. Hartley's on The Bob Newhart Show): We're here to make me feel better, and I feel better!
Woman in salad dressing commercial: It's the way ranch dressing should taste.
Years later, this randomly chosen segue between two disparate bits of television still runs through my mind at odd times. It's bizarre how one's mind retains something so inconsequential.
