A funny thing happened last night. I woke up with a start in the middle of the night, having fallen asleep with the TV on. It was tuned to one of those infomercials that cater to the middle-of-the-night crowd. "Lose fat quick;" "Get rich quick;" "Grow hair quick" ... you know the type. But this one was different. It touted a fitness device and set of DVDs, exactly the kind of thing that usually has me reaching for the remote faster than you can say Torture Chamber, and it starred one of the regulars from 7th and Montana, Neighbor O. I watched for a few minutes, which was all it took for me to realize this wasn't my cup of tea (or coffee, either). As for Neighbor O., congrats on the infomercial ... !