Why Didn't Somebody Tell Me?

- that "Good Night, And Good Luck" was such a boring movie in which nothing happens? I understand and even admire its attempt to show how today's journalists, especially the telejournalists, are not living up to the standards of fifty years ago. (I also like to think that the movie was motivated by George Clooney's outrage over President Bush feeling comfortable to make several jokes about not finding WMD's to a roomful of journalists, all of whom found the jokes to be laugh-out-loud funny.) Perhaps it will shame a few into action. But the movie itself was nothing but people talking about what other people are talking about and then they talk some more about what they're going to talk about on the talk show. And a lot of it sounded like verbatim transcripts of speeches, Senate testimony and newscasts.

By the way, if you ever want to feel like Jack Lemmon, especially in his early Sixties -"The Apartment" phase - go the supermarket on a Sunday night, put four frozen dinners in your cart and and then walk up and down the aisles for a while.

And now, I too, have a cricket in my sink.