Since I haven't had a chance to watch any new shows except Ugly Betty (which is fabulous, by the way), I will now give you my thoughts on my returning series. Let's go:

• Survivor: Mmm . . . Yul. . . .
• My Name is Earl: It's been downgraded to a "I'll waitch it on the weekend, if I have time" show.
• The Office: I couldn't love this show more if I'd given birth to it and suckled it at my very own breast.
• Gilmore Girls: The premiere seemed a little forced, but last night's episode was really, really good.
• How I Met Your Mother: Aly's hair looks smokin!
• Everybody Hates Chris: I love the parents so much more than the kids.
• Veronica Mars: Rest in peace, Kendall.

I'm watching: Documentaries by the score. I watched Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room, which, despite its rather flashy website, is an amazing look at the rise and fall of one of the United States' biggest success stories from the energy deregulation of the '80s and '90s. What they did to California alone, making money off the backs of the consumers by causing the energy crises in the early 2000s—and pretty much ruining Gray Davis's political career—should have made the world stand up and take notice. Yet before I watched this documentary, I knew basically nothing about how crooked they were. It's amazing what can get buried in the wake of 9/11.

Which leads me to my other documentary: The Falling Man, the story of the people who jumped off the World Trade Centre towers during 9/11. I remember hearing about the jumpers during the morning of the attacks, but not so much since then. According to this documentary, there was a reason for that: they're the deaths America doesn't want to talk about. Suicide? Well, that's not very noble. Except that if I had a choice between burning to death or suffocating, or plunging off a 105-storey tower, I know what I'd do. And fuck the people who said I'd taken the easy way out.