I am sitting on the couch, with a blanket. It is Saturday night and I am watching all the television I did not see last week. In my hand is a knife, and on that knife is some brie.

After about ten minutes I look at the knife and giggle, and sing-song-say something like ‘night chee…” and then I stop because this is not only sort of like the Night Cheese incident, this is Night Cheese.

A sobering thought if I’ve ever had one in my entire life.