Senior Citizens v. Cheap Softcore Porn v. Dehydrated Carrots

One thing you pick up on when you have the sleep schedule I do is the very obvious and very, very strange disconnect between late night talk radio (specifically KDKA) and late night television (specifically advertisments). Wait until 4am, flip through any given set of cable channels and you'll come across either a Girls Gone Wild Goes To The Symphony advertisement OR phone sex lines OR Ronco Food Dehydrators. All of which, I'm reasonably sure of my reasoning here, are targeted at young-ish bachelors. Not bachelors that demand much from their entertainment (75 hours of girls lifting their shirts seems like it would get old), but bachelors nonetheless.

Radio, however, plays like a knitting circle. KDKA's "Undercover Club" caters to the septagenarians among us who are kept awake until 5 am thinking about how to get the grape juice stain out of their Buick. Every other commercial is for funeral services, the remainder filled in by disability services. One caller tonight was permitted to broadcast her opinions on something she got on her pants.

Not that I'm complaining about what she's saying. After all, as the button proclaims "I power Blogger". By "power", ...use. But back to the topic.

Is the belief that people that turn their radio dial are on average 50 years older than people that punch buttons on the remote? Are the elderly the targets of the television advertisements, in which case I'm never going to be able to look at anyone that can remember the 1940's the same way again? Is this filler, because though my readership includes people that happen upon this through my aim profile, I felt compelled to write something tonight?

The world may never know.