So all that was quite bad enough, worse, in fact, but directly afterwards was Access Hollywood, which was showing the EXACT SAME THING! Never mind that following the bowl of super proportions this plork will be repeating every ten minutes during every show. No! They gots to have the scoop, and they gots to have the scoop now!
The only scoop I want is ice cream; hopefully the contents of that truck are still intact. Ah, good. And it had better not be vanilla. White consumables are gross.
The worst, the worst of all of them, the one that I was supposed to be so looking forward to, the one for which they were showing previews of the preview going into commercial breaks (you'd think Nike, America OnLine, et al would excuse them for integrating it into the programming, but no...) showed the mutant Kelly and Jack her contract says you have to include me, too Osbourne transforming into two random Osmonds. Ha ha, see, they both start with os, so it's funny. I swear, we are months away from having laugh-tracks on these things. It'll be just like those Scooby Doo episodes, which by no mistake ended up being the least funny of any of them. I honestly never knew The Flintstones was intentional comedy until I saw the studio audience version. I unfortunately can't have any such contented ignorance with regard to the latest celebrity soaked offering, nay, entrustment from Pepsi, not with Pat O'Brien's heliumly pedophilian chuckle cutting in at the end. Ah, the end.