Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I watch Late Night TV. I watch the news, and then The Tonight Show, and then Late Night with Jimmy Fallon and then I even watch the Carson Daly whatever show(the new format, not that shit that was called a show when he first started).
So this is WTF? Wednesday, and seriously WTF? NBC - you douchcanoes! Seriously? You are going to give Leno another show over Conan? Did he not stay with you and do what you asked him to? Did he not fill his obligations? Did he not pass over lucrative offer after offer to get the job he deserves and dreamed of since he was a kid? Oh, right he did! BECAUSE NBC you promised him the J-O-B. So you build a great big beautiful new set. You move Conan out to L.A. You spend like a gazillion hours promoting The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien, and then you what? Pull the plug? Did you seriously believe that moving The Tonight Show to THE NEXT DAY would be acceptable? Really?
Oh and you site ratings as the reason? Um....pretty sure some of those notsosmart suit types you have running the place anticipated that the blue hairs who love Leno were going to need to get used to the younger hipper feel of the comedic stylings of one Conan O'Brien. Your sponsors and affiliates are pissed that JAY LENO isn't carrying the audiences into the news hour. Guess what? That is a FAIL on your part. Nice one, The Leno Show will cost less money than dramatic programming. Yep. That was a brilliant move. WTF? You all didn't anticipate the ratings drops? You thought the affiliates wouldn't notice? It's comedy(sort of), not fucking magic.
NBC - Take a page from Conan's book and do the classy thing. Leave Conan's show alone. Let Leno retire, or go to another network, or whatever. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, and Conan makes me feel GOOD!
American Idol - WTF? Why do we have to hear sob story after sob story? Why? Why? Why? Really, just show the auditions. I realize I bitched when you showed nothing but talentless attention whores who were looking for 5 minutes of FOX fame, which is not to be confused with 15 minutes of real fame. But, seriously? I think I would rather endure three weeks of that over the poor Sally's sick Granny this, and John's near death that, and I only have one leg and live in a box but have the pipes of an angel, blah, blah, blah. OH, and if SIMON LEAVES? We are through. Just sayin'.
Well my lovelies...I could continue, but I won't subject you to anymore ranting today. I appreciate all the well wishes. I am on the mend, I hope!