In my Dayquil-induced haze last night, I ended up watching a reunion-show for that old chestnut from my youth, That's Incredible!. Man, I feel unclean. I should have known they'd find some excuse to let John Davidson sing, and sure enough, his voice is still one of the worst I have ever heard. He managed to reduce "One More For My Baby (and One More For the Road)" to something nearly unrecognizable. And I don't know what medical procedure he has undergone, along with Cathy Lee Crosby and Fran Tarkenton, but Vladimir Lenin's corpse has aged more than these people.
But at least they replayed the one segment I've always remembered from that show: the creepy, six-foot-six Yoga guy who managed to get himself squeezed into a two-foot square glass box.