Monk
I solved tonight's mystery at precisely 10:07 pm, a new record for me. This was based on my previously outlined theory: recognizable guest star — in this case Nicky Katt — equals guilty. But that meant I could sit back and enjoy the show, which was particularly amusing tonight, despite the serious story line about Stottlemeyer's faltering marriage. Stottlemeyer's stint in anger-management class had more laughs than that awful Jack Nicholson-Adam Sandler flick. When the teacher gave him a yo-yo because "no one can stay mad when they play with a yo-yo," I thought Stottlemeyer was going to find a way to use it as a deadly weapon. Other favorite gags included Monk going nuts because the loose change in a fountain equaled $10.03, and the homeless guy whose pet mouse Devo did gerbil impressions. Actually, that mouse resulted in the most bizarre instance of product placement I've ever noted. After Devo was tossed out of a third-story window, his owner explained that he survived the fall because he landed on an "excellent, triple-corrugated GE refrigerator box." General Electric owns the USA Network, which airs Monk. I'm glad the parent company puts so much faith in its cardboard boxes! I want to take this opportunity to make a promise to all the Natalie fans out there (I know there's at least one of you because I got an angry e-mail last week complaining that I was too down on her): I, Raven Snook, do solemnly swear to give Traylor a chance and cease comparing her unfavorably to the dearly departed Bitty Schram. Bitty, if you're reading this, I still love you, but it's over between us. Monk has moved on, and so I must, too. I hope you get work soon so I can once again watch your sea-blue eyes roll in exasperation. Until then, Traylor is my girl. Now make with the funny, Traylor!