points to this interesting article which demonstrates that most of the popular television shows over the past twenty years or so, from Chicago Hope to Drew Carey, have all taken place in the imagination of an autistic seven-year-old boy. Someone did a LOT of work to draw all the connections, but I can’t help but be fascinated by this. It’s the sort of thing I love.

And, for the record, I loved the ending of St. Elsewhere. It annoyed lots of people, but it’s the kind of ending that appeals to my kind of mind.