I finally got around to watching the Conan O'Brien interview on 60 Minutes last night. Yes, my DVR is set to record series on 60 Minutes. Mostly because it makes me look like an intellectual when people come over, and can pretend to be randomly flashing through my cue. "Oh, look at all of these 60 Minutes episodes I watch relentlessly trying to raise my awareness on world issues." Works like a charm. Anyway...Conan looked pretty worn out, and pretty sad. I know he was trying to make it sound like he was okay, and everything was alright. But, he looked like NBC killed his dog, then set set the carcass on fire. I mean, the dude waited 15 years for The Tonight Show, and lasted 7 months before getting the yank. I don't care who you are, how secure you are as a human being, or how confident, that has to be a king size shot to the fruit basket. "Oh, it's cool, I'm on TBS now." Um, okay Conan.
As usual, I blame Jeff Zucker. When my water heater broke a few weeks ago, I blamed Zucker. When I couldn't figure out how to put replacement wiper blades on my car today, I thought about how Zucker must somehow have been involved in the design of the blade, just to make my life a living hell. I secretly want Jeff Zucker to be mistaken for a terrorist, and sent to a secret CIA prison where he's water boarded and forced to watch season two of Heroes over and over again. In short, when someone asks me what's wrong with the world today, I simply say, "Jeff Zucker." People always nod and say, "We need to do something about him."
I do think it was a little choice of Conan to say he wouldn't have taken The Tonight Show gig back, after leaving. I would have. Oh, hey, do you want that job back where you work 8 hours a day listening to people pitch you terrible jokes and you do a 45 minute monologue and interview famous people? We know it only pays $50 million a year, but..."