Live From New York…
…it’s a Saturday Night Live Christmas episode. Because if they can’t give you new, they might as well give you host, Steve Martin and the best cast of the 90s.
My commentary:
- DEAR LORD this episode is pre-Father of the Bride.
- Adam Sandler was kinda hott.
- It’s the episode with Schmitts Gay. Haha.
Anyway, today I my parent’s and I were talking about the writer’s strike. (Specifically about SNL writers) Arguing rather. My argument: Even though the writers are striking by not working, I say the whole strike is fueling their fire. They’re all probably writing and keeping ideas, as writers/comedians do. My Dad’s Argument: Nah! They’re vacationing.
…I mean, sure they make more money than most people, but that doesn’t mean they’re vacationing for God’s sake. I mean really, the writers of SNL had just come back from a 4 month vaca/movie shooting period, had an episode or two, and then it was “pencils down.” Come on Dad, get your head out of the clouds.
- Theatre Stories! I love Mike Myers in this skit. So good. Steve is pretty good too. Its a little long though.
- James Taylor.
I can mark something off of my Master-to-do list of DOOM!!!
5. Get Ray a Christmas Present.
- Kevin Nealon Weekend Update = WEAK. Sorry, dude.
- This was a great episode to pick to play today.
- Three words. SHUT. SANDLER. UP. Gosh,… is there a punch line?
- HOOK had just opened. GOD. I was a child.
- DEEP THOUGHTS. hahaha. wild dogs. that’s hysterical.
Tonight I went to my aunt and uncles house to catch up with the fam before the chaos of Xmas Eve. It was fun. It was my first legal night of drinking with my parents. I got to tell my aunt and uncle all about my plans to move to NY. I also got hear about all the family Christmas drama. FUNNNN…
- Did anyone ever write Chris Rock something that was actually hysterical?
- Global Warming Joke! 2 points…
Lorne Michaels is hottstuff. I’m gonna go now, I have a bit of a headache.
GOODNIGHT.
The Days Leading Up To “X”mas
I’m in my hometown for the next week…car-less, friend-less, freedom-less and thus hopeless.
This is doomed to be the most unbearable Christmas ever. I’m not even a little bit excited about it. It seems as though the commercialization of Christmas has finally consumed my extended family. Not only is there epic family drama this year (I almost want to grab a bucket of oven top pop, sit back and make cynical comments about how everyone is stupid to my 2 year old sister), I’m finally recognized as an adult this year. What exactly does that mean? That means that everyone wants to involve me in the drama. “Oh no, they didn’t!” They surely don’t want to hear what I have to say. I’d word vomit all over them, leave, move to New York and they all might as well sit Shiva for me. I’d be dead to them. Then next year instead of the drama being about how my cousin, who got back with her abusive husband, is not being allowed to join the family on the Eve, it would be about how I stayed in New York, by myself, happily eating Cheerios and sipping on English Tea (sugar only, please) waiting for my red eye to Richmond so that I could see my sister and no one else.
Anyways. My immediate family is broke this Christmas and doesn’t want to talk about it. My father has this expectation of himself that he needs to fulfill each Christmas by surprising me or my mother, or sister now, or grandparents with some epic gift. (A therapist would say its the only way he knows how to show affection.) I wish he’d stop being so grumpy about it. I mean, I haven’t even browsed the presents underneath the tree, let alone search my house for what could possibly be at the bottom of my stocking this year. All I want for Christmas is a good dinner for a change. Rather than one where everyone is all pissed off or upset about something stupid.
In other news, I’m just ok. I haven’t contacted any of my “hometown” friends. To be honest, I don’t want to. I’ve just out-grown doing the same mindless activities with them. I’m home for a week. I’m trying this “aloof in Williamsburg” thing out. I’m going to try to not see them the entire time I’m here. Though, I do want to see Brian and Aaron. I’m almost too embarrassed to.
I can’t stand to think about
A heart so big it hurts like hell
Oh my God I gave my best
But for three whole years to end like this
[The Format-The First Single]
