Squirrel Thoughts

As I’m sure you probably guessed, I’m pretty excited about Conan’s November return to late-night television. I was a little surprised to hear his show will be on TBS, since I didn’t think that channel actually produced any shows of its own (though I won’t complain about unlimited “Seinfeld,” “The Office” and “Family Guy” reruns). But hey, it’s one of the few channels offered through our extremely basic cable that isn’t C-SPAN/home shopping/Jesus related, so I’ll take it!

Me too, guy in the mildly frightening face mask. Me too.

And before any of you devil’s-advocate types (ahem: Zach) get started on that “but isn’t Conan doing the same thing to George Lopez that Jay did to him” BS, you should know that Lopez personally called Conan last week to encourage him to make the deal, and he is “completely 100 percent on board with this move.” That may just be PR spiel, but having Conan as his lead-in will do nothing but help Lopez, and he knows it. So don’t even start.

And I’m pretty happy about the 11 p.m. start time on the coasts, which (I think) means that it will start at 10 p.m. in the Mountain time zone. As I approach the quarter-century mark, it’s getting harder and harder to stay up past 10:30 or 11. (When my insomnia doesn’t strike, that is, though that tends to happen around 4 a.m. these days. I’m sure you care.) If the show starts at 10, I will be better able to devote myself to watching Coco four nights a week.

I’m also glad the time slot will give Conan a head start on Chin-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named’s show, so Coco can dominate the ratings and his lesser counterpart will crawl into a hole somewhere and die (what can a say — I’m bitter and hold grudges). However, it’s become quite clear that most Americans are bona fide idiots (derrr, typos and stupid people on the street are soooo funny, har har!) and that will never happen. A girl can dream, though.