So here I am, watching Larry King Live.

And there's no Larry King.

Instead, there's Ryan Seacrest, in his seat, interviewing Taylor Hicks, Katharine McPhee and Randy Jackson. Well, it was more like patting each other on their backs over and over again. A little disgusting, and yet, I wanna go on watching. I call it car-wreck fascination.

How can you still call it Larry King Live when the man himself isn't even there? There's the familiar retro background. There's the table and the chairs. But no Larry King.

Isn't that a little - I dunno - fraudulent?

They should just call it "Larry King's Set, Live".

Pfff.