
A funny thing happened at The Remote Island today: Your pal Ben woke up from a coma, only to discover that he was trapped in the year 1962 and was working in the TV division of an ad agency. He tried to get back home -- for about five minutes, until he saw his big office and secretary and expense account for martini-soaked steak lunches. What are you gonna do?
Actually, he really does have a new job, and this is his last day as a regular contributor to his favorite TV site. He'll still send in occasional dispatches when he can, especially when he sees something fun, funny or stupid he wants to share with all of you.
In the meantime, he wants you to know that he'll miss your pageviews, your comments and, especially, the feeling of community that comes from knowing that in this big, wide, complex world, everyone's watching the same junk -- and occasional excellent programming -- as everyone else.