Blogging at the Big Dog

Is it just me, or does anyone else feel sorry for Seamus O’Regan?

Half the time, the Canada AM anchor looks like he’s squirming in his seat with the inane antics of the seemingly obligatory wild and zany weather guy, in particular, and the forced upbeat and hip format of the show, in general. It’s like a viral infection of stupidity spreading through all broadcast media. Curse you, Regis Philmon!

By all appearances, O’Regan seems to want to be a serious journalist and I can just imagine him thinking ’I gotta get out of here and onto a legitimate news program.’ If there are any left, of course, (apologies to Lloyd Robertson).

I know, I know, ’if you don’t like it don’t watch it.’ I wouldn’t, except when I get up at 6 a.m. to drive my lovely and oh-so-tolerant wife to work, she is invariably watching it. Thankfully, she puts up with my cranky rants in her–ungodly for that time of the morning–cheerful way saying merely, “I like it.”

Maybe I’m just getting crotchity in my middle age, but all the superfluous (not witty) banter, ridiculously un-newsworthy fluff pieces and general cheeriness just gets on my nerves and grates against my journalistic sensibilities.

Don’t worry, it’s nothing a little yoga and caffeine won’t cure. I used to look forward to being a crotchity old man, but I’m working on a new plan of becoming just eccentric.