Something occurred to me yesterday while I was watching a re-run of The Incredible Hulk on our local RTN affiliate. Well, actually it occurred to me during a commercial break: of all the “as seen on TV” crap products that used to fill the airwaves with their seductive flim-flammery during the ’70s and ’80s, how is it that the only one that seems to have followed us into the 21st century is the Chia Pet? Seriously, this is what turns out to be the timeless kitsch classic that endures? Whatever became of the Pocket Fisherman, Mister Microphone, and those el-cheapo plastic boxes that were supposed to let you mold snow bricks and build igloos but somehow never quite worked as advertised? I wonder about these things…

Incidentally, that episode of The Hulk was an unbelievable confluence of nostalgic awesomeness… first of all, it was The Incredible Hulk, a series I watched pretty faithfully as a kid (and yet oddly, I can’t really remember a single individual plotline; of course, they were all pretty much the same plot, weren’t they?). It was set in one of my favorite cities, San Francisco (even though it was obviously filmed on the Universal backlot in Burbank), and the story involved a young cop struggling to choose between the path of peace offered by his zen martial-arts instructor and the violent quest for revenge advocated by his older brother. The older brother was Gerald McRaney of Simon & Simon, another childhood fave series, while the young cop was played by none other than my main man Rick Springfield. The episode felt like it might have been intended as a stealth pilot for a vehicle for Rick, as by the end of it he’s become the new master of the dojo (following the death of the old master) and a private eye who promises to take only the clients he can really help. If it was a pilot, it’s too bad it wasn’t picked up… it might’ve been interesting. Kung Fu meets The Rockford Files, maybe…