So I'm reminded of the guy who inherited a grandfather clock. The best plan, he decided, was to carry it to his apartment one night.
As he was lugging it along, a drunk passed him. "Hey buddy," the drunk said. "Why don't you just get a watch?"
That came to mind recently, during a typically odd moment at the Television Critics Association sessions in Los Angeles.
The housekeeper was busy in my hotel room, so I retreated to another spot, bringing my portable DVD player and a new Cartoon Network series. It turned out to be a good show; I was still watching it on the way back to the room.
As it happened, there was an international tourist in the elevator, staring at me. Now I'm sure he's telling people that American guys are crazy. Instead of simply using an I-pod, they go up and down in elevators, watching "Powerpuff Girls."