Just a thought before I go.

Listening to 60 Minutes as I get my apartment ready for my mini convalescence. (Over the top anal on that score. Got a little nursing station for my ex, with ice packs, medication, and the assortment of remotes. And I covered every facet and refrigerator door plus my alarm cock and shouts with big sheets of paper labelled in thick magic marker: "NO WATER!" Terrified I'm going to wake up groggy and forget. Or take a show, so damn thirsty and wondering why I hadn't gotten drink, so I tilt me head back for a warm but refreshing fill-up. Better not happen. Or I'll be OFF schedule!)

God. A report from Bob Simon, who has always been hard for me to stomach, but the segment is puns and cliches and little cutesisms almost end to end. Interesting material--aside from being a total rah-rah for the oil industry, with a bit of the other side at the end--but who can listen past all that hokum? Who the hell wants to?

He's almost as bad as Dan Rather.

The worst thing about the invention of 60 Minutes II seems to have been that they packed it with horrifying correspondents, and presumably producers, and then merged them into the original show once the spinoff died. Yes, Simon already contributed to the old show, but mercifully rarely. Now they've got the awful people on there all the time.

Sad.

Only thing scarier, I checked out an episode of Love Monkey. Aggressively vile. Who will be punished?