I’m somewhat surprised at how sad I’m feeling about Peter Jennings's passing. What I mean by that is, I was never an evening news person. I didn’t “grow up with” Jennings - nor Dan Rather and Tom Brokaw – as my window into the national news. I got my information elsewhere (if at all). And yet, the idea that network news now exists without those three giants is sad to me. It’s like I’ve had this Jungian nostalgia implanted in my brain.
Besides this phantom feeling of loss, though, it makes sense that I’m feeling bad. I liked Peter Jennings quite a bit when I did watch him. I’d always opt for him over Rather and Brokaw during the across-the-board-coverage times. He was the guy I watched for hours on end on September 11th. Maybe it was his soothing Canadian voice, I don’t know.
In other news, I’m four minutes away from having to make the decision to watch or not watch this new Adam Carrolla show on Comedy Central. Not that I think there’s a chance in hell I’ll actually enjoy it, but I’d like to be at least well informed as to why I don’t like it. Of course, the alternative is thirty minutes that are blissfully Carrolla-free. Can you imagine being stuck in the same room with, like, Carrolla, Jimmy Kimmel, and Bill Simmons? No wonder Sarah Silverman is so nasty.