I have been remembering WAY too much worthless crap from more than a decade ago, lately. Alot of it started with a random conversation with Pete that included references to “The Wonder Years”, “Mr. Belvedere”, “Get A Life” and “E/R” (of course, not the ripped from the headlines drama Thursday nights on NBC, rather the ’80s sitcom featuring a young George Clooney – who had yet to star as the handsome maintenance man aptly named “George” on “Facts of Life” – as well as Elliot Gould, Jason Alexander and the “big redheaded lady that’s been in everything who’s name isn’t Edie McClurg”, Conchata Ferrell), but then it got worse.

Lately, everytime I think of the “LiveStrong” bracelets that are quite the fashion/political statement these days, and the 15 other multi-colored bracelets that support everything from breast cancer to “hey, I need a green one to support something I’ve never heard of and to match my sweater”, I think of this. What would Zack Morris do if he had a crusade to fight today?

Then yesterday at work, completely out of the blue, I belt out (in my head, but it was belted) “BOOGER!” in the same Dr. Johnny Fever voice from WKRP in Cincinnati. Which, in turn, leads me to thinking about the early years of “Head of the Class”, with a sparkly, and not yet tossed around a million dollar mansion, Robin Givens, and later featured that Irish/Scottish sounding guy who I recognized on something a few weeks ago, Billy Connelly.

I swear, my head is just like the old HBO show “Dream On”, but cooler.

Finally, late last night, it was over (not really “over”, because I’ll never get the obscure TV references out of my head). I either hit the pinnacle, or the bottom of the hole. Three words at Sugar, Mr. Poon? sent me over the edge. In response to a post that pretty much just said “Cuyahoga Sheet Metal”, which its bad enough that I (or ANYONE) can remember that as the company that answered the phone when Jake Taylor (Tom Berenger) called the phone number Lynn (Rene Russo) gave him in the fancy-ass restaurant in “Major League”, but I remember the phone number.

555-1934.

How freaking obscure is that? Seriously. I don’t see many movies, really, I do tend to stick to my favorites, and that would be would be one of the favorites, but to remember a fake phone number, without having to rack my brain at all?

Its just sick. Really, really sick.