I feel sorry for infomercial actors.

It would be bad enough knowing that your time on television, when you are broadcast to whoever feels like tuning in, only begins at four in the morning, and runs till about seven or eight in the morning. So, nobody's going to see you and you're never going to get a big break.

And that's without the horrible pretense of surprise they all must have.

"That's amazing, John! I'm sure the folks at home are wondering just how they can do this."
"Ted, not only can they do this, they can do this for cheap. With the money you spend on a cup of coffee, you can own a fully-furnished home."

Heck, I feel sorry for anyone involved in infomercials. The graphic designers? They probably went to night school and studied really hard to get that pixelated sort of checkerboard fade just right. And the sound crew? I feel even sorrier for them. Not only does the music sound like a terribly-made MIDI score played on a tiny keyboard that doesn't have 88 keys like a proper piano or keyboard should, the sound effects are limited to whooshes and sparkly sorts of sounds, both of which must be timed to the pixelated checkerboard fade that the graphic designer(s) worked so very hard to make.

And the people whose products are being advertised at such a godawful hour for the majority of the population? They fall into two categories: "I just ate a handful of speed and can't wait to tell you about this exciting new breakthrough/exercise machine/money making technique!", or "I am a terrible, terrible actor. I am trying very hard to inflect my voice to make it sound as if I am speaking naturally, but it is painfully obvious that I am reading cue cards."