As with all good-hearted people who came of age in the 70s or early 80s before cable was ubiquitous, my Saturday afternoons were solidly anchored to my local Monster Chiller Horror Theater show. Every week some semi-comedic host would tell bad jokes or engage in sub-stooges-level sketch comedy while framing a particularly crappy horror or SF movie. I drifted away from this in the 80s when I discovered that having long hair and a guitar meant that women would let me touch them, but as soon as I was out of college I discovered MST3K and once again my life was back on its normal course.