One knows one is bored when one thinks too much about the philosophy of television...

I l’amour Monk, the montrer about an obsessive-compulsive man who assists the police par solving crimes with his unusually accurate eye for detail. Unfortunately, télévision stations like to annoy me par either taking the shows I l’amour off-air ou moving them to time-slots that only stay-at-home-mothers can watch when their kids are at school, ou when the only people awake are drug addicts and insomniacs. This happened with Monk, which was first moved to a late-night time-slot and then to an afternoon slot.

Anyway, I...