Okay, I'm halfway through my Californication marathon. It's as funny and edgy as I thought it would be. What caught me by surprise, though, was how sad it is. A self-pity hobbyist can take found sadness and run with it, like a long gray streamer. And if they're good, they can find it anywhere. A TV commercial. A Redskins game. The pattern you see on the back of your eyelids when you squeeze them shut. Snickers! Time for a Snickers. If I can find the little hammer that breaks the glass.