Life of Reilly

I thought he was dead. Honest to God. I have watched him for years. I smile every time he does an impression. He's overblown and legendary. And he is not dead.

True enough, Charles Nelson Reilly (CNR) is alive and kicking. Most of my three readers will not remember CNR. He's one of the great TV personalities of all time. If you know him, you know him from Match Game. He sat up in the upper-right corner with a captain's hat and pipe and somehow found a way to make any answer risque.

Classy. CNR isn't down and out. Evidently, CNR has a one-man show on Broadway, Life of Reilly (a great title) detailing his life. Hillarious. "I was told I'd never be allowed on television. Now I want to know who you have to f**k to get off?"

Classic television. I am am TV fiend. FIEND! We have terrific shows on today (Who would be willing to help me with that petition to bring Louie Anderson back to Family Feud?). I can only imagine the junkie I would have been thirty years ago.

A guy today told me that he once tore some muscles in his leg and was laid up on the couch for a few months. This, evidently, angered him immensely as he called himself an "exercise-aholic." This is crazy talk. Exercise-aholic. That's funny. I told him that I was a "couch-aholic." If you had your choice, what would it be? The couch or exercise? To fly or to be invisible?

I throw these things out there like there is an actual choice. Answers: Couch and invisible.