Horrors of turn-of-the century TV

Last week, I was lucky enough to contract a flu so violent that it sent me to bed for three days straight, sent all the water that exists in the world directly to my head, and made me see the face of God (shiny!). My muscles had atrophied to the point where I could only crawl to the living room where daytime TV reruns awaited.

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Show Business: I’ve Got to Get My life Back Again

After his labors, the mythmaker plans to rest and perhaps retire From his office window, George Lucas looks out over a pleasant little valley to a pleasant little mountain, Mount Tamalpais. Small as it is, this friendly peak has an important if unheralded role in his life: it blocks the summer fog that often rolls in from San Francisco, eleven miles to the south, and makes the side on which Lucas lives and works that much sunnier

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