Poison paradise

Boy on the subway today who sounded exactly like Rainman ("How do you say six in Spanish? Who is the conductor?). I wanted to hit him in the face. Oy, I'm a bad person. But he wasn't actually autistic, he just sounded like Dustin Hoffman and was about the same height.
Other annoying things today include Norman Mailer's "voice" in "Miami and The Siege of Chicago." He insists upon referring to himself as "the reporter," like "The reporter had begun to drink for the first time in several days" and "The reporter had decided by Thursday morning that Nixon could only nominate a moderate from the South or a Conservative from the North." The only reason to use this annoying tick is maybe a misguided hope that the reader will be less critical of "the reporter" going on page long riffs of bloated, bullshit prose than they'd be of Mailer, because they've forgotten the reporter is Mailer in the confusion of processing all those poopy words. So instead of thinking, "Ahhh! Norman Mailer is such a wordy, full of shit bastard" and tossing the book across the room, maybe you think, "Jeez, how could Mailer stand to listen to this dipshit?"
Steve McQueen as news anchor. Discuss.
I didn't watch the Grammy's because I watch Desperate Housewives (which is totally going to have a couple stay together in a rejuvenated marriage because they have embraced S&M. This blows my mind) and because I dislike both Usher and Alicia Keyes and there's something about the shape of Kanye's face (gallon milk jug?) that surprises and upsets me every time I see him. But Britney won a Grammy for "Toxic" and this pleases me in not quite a happy or fascinated way, but in a this-is-the-penultimate-scene-in your-Behind-the-Music way, followed by a montage of your kids on a pony(or on trial).