Where are the monks?!

In the morning, as I lie in bed just waking up, I turn on the tv to listen to/watch the CBC news.

I don't know why. It drives me crazy.

Specifically, Heather Hiscox drives me crazy. Her wooden personality. Her complete lack of chemistry with her colleagues (the overly forced chit-chat sessions). Her attempts at hard-hitting interviews that just come off as trying too hard and overly painful for all involved. Don't even get me started on when she tried to explain, during the Olympics, that the city was called Turin, but Torino was the adjective version (no, Heather, actually Torino is the Italian name of Turin). Her complete mis-use of words (I wish I could remember examples but the brain hardly functions at 6:30 in the morning :p).

It's actually not a calming way to wake up. I can feel my blood pressure rising. Combine that with the awful Grey Power commercials (with that horrid grammar mistake) and it's all I can do to keep from throwing my remote at the television. (Luckily for my TV, I never exhibit that sort of energy that early in the morning).

Today, though... I was up early trying to do some work (or rather, doing work because work was stressing me out so much I couldn't sleep) and I had the TV on in the background. As usual, I was ignoring the usually useless and often painful interview period, this time with someone who (presumably) had expertise to discuss the Burma issue. Plugging away at my spreadsheet, trying to remember second year stats, I suddenly hear a question from Heather which is obviously meant to be the emotional climax of the interview. So intense. So full of concern. So much like a 5 year old asking their mother.

"Where are the monks?!?!?!?!"

Delivered in the way that only Heather can.

While I feel greatly for the monks, the only thing I could do was laugh.