Conan opened a twitter account yesterday and instantly has more than 250,000 followers.
His bio states: “I had a show. Then I had a different show. Now I have a Twitter account.”
Yes, that pretty much sums it up.
This twitter account coupled with the spike in ratings during the recent NBC late night meltdown really proves only one thing: America is more interested in this washed up celebrity’s bearded, anti-corporate-television rantings than in his actual television show.
Good luck CoCo. I for one do not feel badly for you at all, nor am I going to care that you are sitting in your Hollywood mansion crying your eyes out every morning in your huge cereal bowl.
If you have seen Fox’s Glee at least once, I suspect that I am the person that might have popped into your head as your friend-most-likely-to-be-watching-and-enjoying-this-show-regularly.
Last night, game five of the world series had some stiff competition: PBS was running a very interesting documentary on the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps), and PBS’ commercial free format made it almost impossible to quickly check back in for updates. As if that wasn’t enough, after that they aired a re-run of the American Experience documentary about Kennedy’s assassination; a topic which isn’t intellectually appealing but is geographically appealing. (It’s fun to see your city on TV, even if it is for shooting a President)
The snot rockets and spitting took a back seat to Kennedy and Roosevelt.
However, the Phillies won and the Series will continue. (Arg!)
My boy BennyBoy (who astutely provided us with the video clip yesterday) and I got into a lovely conversation about the state of baseball. Benny is a die hard sports guy, and is rooting for the Phillies. Why? Because NY has won enough. I’ll let him explain more in that guest post he promised (right? right? give it to me!), but will sum it up by saying – there needs to be a salary cap in baseball, and George Steinbrenner needs to have a personal financial crisis.
That being said, what is up with this guy?
Joe Girardi is like the LaVell Edwards of baseball: tough, unbreakable exterior. Do you see the cutaways of him in the dugout, with his eyes hidden under his cap and his evil, angular jawline? He just looks like a guy you wouldn’t want to mess with, or meet in a back alley somewhere in Jersey. He might even be related to the devil himself.
Joe Girardi is much more intimidating than Charlie Manuel, who appears to be chewing so intently, you’d think it was basic life support for his mother – or what was keeping the neurons in own brain from taking a permanent break.
My wife reminded me last night that I totally forgot to point out the absolute worst part of Saturday’s game.
After A-Rod had gotten on base, they did an EXTREME close up (again, remember that we’re in high definition here) and at the perfect 2 seconds that his big round face was plastered against my 100″ viewing area, he put his finger up to his nose and launched a HUMUNGOUS snot rocket out of the other nostril.
I had to go check the carpet below the screen afterward to make sure there was nothing to clean up!
His mother must be sitting at home just shaking her head. Didn’t she teach him more manners than that?
(p.s. I tried in vain to find a screen shot of this online. I wish wish wish I had been recording it…)
Update:
Thanks to BennyBoy, we have this awesome video of it:
Last night, we enjoyed sitting on the couch, watching game 3 of the world series, and handing out candy to the local children.
Did we decorate our house? No.
Did we dress up? No.
Did we have to give away some of the good candy? Yes. (But I saved most of the Kit Kats)
Did we have any teenagers come and take candy by the handfuls and put it in their pillowcase? No.
We turned off the light at 9:15, watched the game through the top of the 6th inning, and went to bed. (Without setting our clocks back, nor informing the sun to not come and wake us up as if it were Standard Time, rather than daylight savings time. But I won’t complain about that, since the extra hour has allowed to me to catch up on blogs and write this blog.)
I hate baseball.
I know hate is a strong word, but I really don’t like it a lot. It’s SOOO long and boring. Moreover, it is NASTY! Does everyone in Baseball have some kind of mouth problem where they have to spit every five seconds? Especially when the camera is on them? I realize this is from a long history of chewing tobacco, but even those who don’t chew anymore still find necessary to spit every few seconds.
Spitting in high def is extra nasty, too. And so are the nose hairs hanging out of the team manager’s nose that you can also see in high def. I’m now starting a campaign to revert MLB to standard def coverage. If you would like to join me on this, please enter your credentials in the comments area.
Say what you want about NPR. You can say it’s a bunch of liberal yuppies or people who just liked their English teachers too much, but the quality of their news and editorial choice is just beyond anything else out there.
Take this story for example. It’s not news, per se. It doesn’t chronical an event or inform the audience what’s going on, but it’s important information which adds depth and color to the stories coming out of Afghanistan. It reminds us that we are not just lackadaisical observers of the world, we are participants in it, and it affects us and our human relationships. It makes the war a little less foreign and sterile.
Kudos to you, NPR, for having the bravery to not pander to the nauseatingly regurgitated copy of the cable news and bringing us fresh, human insights into the human side of the news.
This story is of a man who pays the price of his addiction over and over again.
Listen to Richard Farrell read his essay below. It’s three minutes of your life you won’t regret.
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Recently, Ricky Gervais did an interview with Elmo for Sesame Street’s 40th anniversary episode. For some reason, which I am truly grateful for, the CTW has released the following outtakes to the AP…
As a Sesame Street fan from my cradle, here is quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve seen on the internet all week…
Earlier this year, I wrote about voyeurism and losing our souls to the internet. The premise of the post was that the representations that we make of ourselves online can eventually replace other people’s actual/real perceptions of us – and that it can destroy your soul, basically.
I’d like to continue this conversation by pointing out that the internet has been going through a dramatic change. In the technology industry we call it “Web 2.0″, but no one really knows what that actually means… so let me try to explain what this is and what I see it doing to our society.
