Hang in there, TV Gal Pal, it’s almost Friday

Poor Oprah’s had a rough week.

On Monday she sat in Stun Mode listening to terrorism experts tell her/us that we’re basically screwed.

On Tuesday she/we learned about Bird Flu and how it made terrorism seem like a day at Disney World (assuming that you, like me, love the land of Walt’s imagination). Apparently we need to have 6 weeks of food, water, diapers, and drugs stockpiled in the event that the entire infrastructure shuts down and we’re unable to obtain said items. Oprah looked as though she might be coming down with a case.

On Wednesday it was a Bad People Doing Bad Things episode the highlight of which was another announcement of another pedophile being caught and put behind bars. Of course, she’s coming under fire for offering rewards for the people who catch the creeps. Figure that one out.

Today it was a live episode with James Frey of A Million Little Pieces of Lies in My Memoir in the hotseat. Op is “embarrassed” and “disappointed” with Frey and his web of untruths. I didn’t read the book. It didn’t interest me. But I feel for her. She’s being attacked for his lies. Not quite sure how that’s fair, really. The upshot is that it’s going to be a hell of a lot lighter in the Memoir catergory releases next season, I can tell you that. Oprah was barely contained. It was delicious television. My TiVo and I giggled.

I’m hoping tomorrow is a nice fluff piece. A happy car give away or nice peek into the life of Nate-the-Decorator.

At least things are happy on Sesame Street.