whenever i get off the local highway, i pass a video store. this video store isn't like most other video stores, although it used to be. it used to be called video thrills, and it might still be called video thrills. it was almost literally, but not quite, stuck between two blockbusters and so eventually it went out of business.

actually, it didn't so much go out of business as change its erection. um. direction. yes. so, if my obvious gaffe didn't give it away, they're are now an adult video store. and none of this would really bear mentioning except for the one thing that i notice whenever i get off the local highway and pass this videostore. in the window next to the door, there is a cardboard cutout of olive oyl -- no, not a porno olive oyl -- holding a heart. i have no idea why it's there or what it's meant to represent -- if any woman in the history of women is the antithesis of a porn star, it's olive oyl. though, perhaps, since i'm not really, um, "up" on these things, there may be people out there (besides popeye and bluto) who are turned on by olive oyl, the cartoon. perhaps it's meant to draw in the olive oyl fetishists. (hey, if olive oyl were "alive" today, would she have gotten breast implants? these are, without question, different times -- in this hypersexualized world, would today's man find olive oyl attractive?) frankly i'm clueless and i'm not about to soil my good name by walking in there and finding out why. the only thing that one can say with certainty is this: somewhere, popeye is pissed.