ABC will bump "Emily's Reasons Why Not" and "Jake in Progress" again on Monday, instead double-running "The Bachelor: Paris," with a replay of this week's episode at 9 followed by a new episode at 10. (Update: ABC has officially killed "Emily's Reasons.")

Once again, it will edit new footage into the replayed episode, which is fine by me since the network is promising more of old Miss Rotting Eggs. In fact, ABC has decided that's Allie G's catchphrase, since it says the new footage will include "audition videos of new Bachelorette breakout stars Kristin (of the failed river date) and Dr. Allie G ('My eggs are rotting')"  … along with other unaired material.

I'm there. I'm also voting right now for Allie G. as the next star of "The Bachelorette." And am wondering how many guys would immediately refuse the rose.

Well, I watched fragments of the Golden Globes, but I really couldn't take it for long. Even if someone deserving wins one of those prizes, I understand too much about where they come from to think of them as an accomplishment. I can't even muster much energy for pondering the idea of the "foreign press" giving awards to a couple of non-Americans for playing Americans (i.e., House and Elvis). And the modern commercial load is so great, I kept hitting commercials (and promos for NBC series) when flipping to the Globes.

On the other hand, the Golden Globes room at the Beverly Hilton looked a lot nicer than it did when I spent a large portion of the Television Critics Association press tour there in the summer of '05. Not that it looked bad then. And the Globes had given it a historic air. People pointed out the bathroom Christine Lahti was stuck in during one telecast. And, since it was a room where I had to yell at Al Gore, I like to think I had a moment worthy of the Globes. (If you missed that tale, which I plan to bore people with as long as they've still hear of Al Gore, you can find it "Me and the Veep" post from July.)

George Clooney looked festive enough in one shot during the telecast that I think that, if Gore was there, Clooney would have yelled at him, too.

Not as loud as he would have yelled at President Bush, of course.

So what else did I watch? A rerun of a "How I Met Your Mother" that I hadn't seen. I am ever more envisioning a second season of the show where they marry off Ted, change the name of the show to something like "These Friends of Your Mother" and yes, the re-edited "Bachelor" premiere with expanded meltdown. All right, I'm weak. But I was curious. And what was all that stuff about the show costing her money? And how does someone get a medical degree and still say things like "funnest"?

Still, I'm just recording the second episode. I can only stand so much in one night. Maybe I'll save it for a back-to-back with "Celebrity Fit Club."

Tonight's viewing decisions are going to be tougher than I expected. I'm not too concerned about the Golden Globes, which I try to ignore because, well, they're a joke. A highly publicized joke to be sure, but still a joke. And I have a review disc of tonight's "24" if I feel compelled to watch more.

Anyway, I was thinking of using tonight to catch up on some shows I haven't seen, like last week's "Gilmore Girls," as well as plowing through some of the DVD sets and other review material that has been piling up while I was spending long days and nights on some TV features, church activities, a project for my younger son's school and the like.

TV over the weekend consisted mainly of watching some "Firefly" over my wife's shoulder as she finished off the DVD set, looking at bits from a couple of upcoming "Saturday Night Live" samplers (Alec Baldwin and David Spade) because it was easy to start and stop watching them, and trying not to have a heart attack while watching the end of the Steelers-Colts game. Scripted dramas can only dream of concocting such thrills.

And one more thing. Looking for something absolutely undemanding to kill an hour, the wife and I turned on "The Bachelor's" latest installment. I'm not a big fan of the show, to be sure. And I don't know why people of color even bother to try out, since the show skews so white. But it filled time. And, while most of was lame, that one bachelorette, Allie G, proved sufficiently watchable that I've even looked at some of her scenes again.

You know, the Florida oncologist who declared she wanted a husband because "my eggs are rotting."

Who told The Bachelor she is in her "reproductive phase."

Who said "the only one reason to be married is to have kids." (And this on a show about romantic love, no less.)

And who got into The Bachelor's face when she didn't get a rose.

What a fabulous TV meltdown! Allie G says in the show that she has tried various methods of dating and they haven't worked. Could it be it's not the method? That maybe it's her personality — not to mention that, in some decidely unflattering shots, she looked a lot like Amy Sedaris on "Strangers With Candy"?

Now here's my dilemma. The ratings were not good for "The Bachelor" last week, but the whole Allie G thing was certainly buzz-worthy. So tonight at 9, ABC is repeating the premiere (bumping "Jake In Progress" and "Emily's Reasons," which are due back on Jan. 23), with the promise of additional, unseen footage. That can only mean More Meltdown. And maybe the new episode at 10 will have Meltdown Fallout — lots of dish from the remaining bachelorettes about things you shouldn't share with The Bachelor on first meeting.

How could I not be just a little curious?

I do have some other things to do tonight. But I have a feeling that, if nothing else, the DVR is going to grab some "Bachelor."