The other day, a very sad thought occurred to me.  The advent of digital cable means the death of scrambled cable porn.  What was once a proud ritual of pubescent boys, switching over to the PPV channels late at night and watching the scrambled feed — “Is that a boob or an elbow?  I think I just saw a vagina!” — that ritual is now dead.  Bonding with other boys at a sleepover, inside jokes about the terrible music…all gone.  It’s a sad, sad day for American youth.

"Those were the daaaaaaaaaaaayyysss..."

I believe a moment of silence is in order.