Michele? A little help?

I'm gonna confess that I did not watch the debate tonight. Too damn tired and anyway, I knew that Steve-O would be all over it. Instead, I watched some mindless entertainment. Here are my impressions:

1. I've never watched the Women's Entertainment Network before. Um. I find back-to-back commercials for Barney videos and yeast infection treatments to be....well....disconcerting, to say the least.

2. The older I get, the less I like Woody Allen. I just have to say this. True, many of his movies are terrific: The early slapstick stuff, Annie Hall, Manhattan, Broadway Danny Rose, Manhattan Murder Mystery, Bullets Over Broadway. But I've noticed that even these don't have the shelf-life one expects of a true classic. Tonight I watched Hannah and Her Sisters for the very first time. Meh. Tired and icky.

3. Trying to keep the eyes propped open, I flipped over to Comedy Central and caught Chris Rock in concert. I don't agree with everything Rock says, but dayum, the man is funny. There is often, but not always, a strong connection between anger and humor. In Rock, the circle is complete.

4. Well. Even with the change of programming, the eyelids drifted shut. I had meant to catch the Letterman rerun on Trio, but couldn't manage it. So....tired. Cripes, I hope I don't have mono again!

5. If you don't understand the title to this post, scroll down to earlier today. This is what we're talking about.

Later.