I've been meaning to tell this story for the last week, and every time I come to writing a journal entry, I forget. Bad me. So, anyway, it was Monday or Tuesday of last week, and it was a commercial break during Letterman, so I decided to flip through the five measly other channels that the non-cable Prinses have. I stopped on Leno, because he was doing "Headlines," and sometimes "Headlines" can be funny despite the man who is delivering them. So he pulls up this newspaper clipping that had the various New York Times Bestseller Lists, and under the headline "Fiction Best-Sellers," number one was Hillary Clinton's autobiography Living History. Ba dum bum.
Complete silence from the audience. Jay, confused at the lack of laughter, explains, "Um, you see, "fiction" means that a book isn't true, so..." And it is only then that there is chuckling from the gallery.
Smart people can like Letterman, and smart people -- wrongheaded smart people, mind -- can dislike Letterman. But no smart people can like Leno.
(Note: If you believe you are a smart person and you also like Leno, I am so very sorry. I am so very sorry you are not as smart as you think you are. Ba dum bum.)
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
