07.02.03 So, it's 4 a.m. and I'm trying to finish writing a very long, very boring article that has taken the better part of six months from start to finish. I'm in the home stretch, and the only thing propelling me forward right now is caffeine-laden black-as-my-heart tea and a Late Night With Conan O'Brian rerun with Amy Sedaris. And then, just as she's starting to talk about her new book and I'm making plans to order it online, an announcement pops up -- this program has been interrupted by another broadcast. So I wonder, in the few seconds before the new program begins, what will it be? News of a hostage situation in town? A weather warning?
No. My beloved Conan was pre-empted for an encore presentation of Extra. Because another half-hour program full of hosts tumbling over themselves to fawn over "stars" is just what every T.V. viewer wants at 4 a.m. They might deliver the stars, but I'm going to deliver the rage.