Tonight's guest: Dr. Philistine

Clint got two free tickets for the Letterman Show tonight--through a friend of a friend who works there--and he's taking me! (the Ed Sullivan Theatre, conveniently, is two blocks from my apartment). Letterman is no Conan, and Dr. Phil is certainly no John Kerry (who was the guest last night), but I'm really psyched. The exceptional Gary Sinese--who, coincidentally, Clint and I saw star in the Broadway performance of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" three years ago--is also on.

Still, we have to sit through Dr. Phil drool about how to help Oprahfied soccer moms lose weight, despite the fact that the "good doctor" isn't even an M.D., but a Ph.D. in clinical psychology; he's as much of a medical doctor as my history professor. And he kinda lacks credibility as a weight-loss messiah when he himself is pushing 225 lb.
But who needs credibility when you have an army of Oprah lemmings willing to eat up anything you say.