Sunday, January 31, 2010

Babies...? So begins the Epidemic of Stupidity. So ends humanity.

First, watch the trailer for the most insulting movie of all time...

Behold... the trailer... for BABIES!
I don't even know where to start with this one. I am just so infuriated right now...

The Barnes and Noble were I work shares a building with The Landmark movie theater. It really is a gnarly (yes, gnarly) theater. Assigned, super comfy seats, a great selection of indie and main stream fair (it's where I saw Sherlock Holmes all 3 times). The third floor, where DVD/Bluray Land is geographically situated, happens to be right across the hall from part of The Landmark. Only glass windows and doors separate where I work from a wall of HD Televisions playing a constant loop of movie trailers.

This is where I first learned of BABIES (and Sex and the City 2 [yes, there is already a Sex and the City 2]).

I couldn't believe this trailer when I first saw it. Granted, I couldn't hear it. Because glass separates me from the HD Screens, I can only see the trailers, whilst listening to one of four CDs of Music Barnes and Noble plays, which I can only assume are designed to get the customer to buy a book rather than staying to read it, as staying to read it would mean listening to the music Barnes and Noble chooses to play.

There must be more to this trailer than picture alone conveys, I thought. Having just actually watched the trailer, with sound, I can safely affirm that my greatest fears have been realized.

People are stupid.

My suspicions were first aroused (tee-he-he) when Avatard became the highest grossing movie of all time (without adjusting for inflation, mind you). I can understand how such a film could make over $200 million, as equally shitty films like Transformers pull off the feat quite often, I thought. But, I could not rectify how a film as brainless as Avatar could make an excess of $600 million worldwide. It is not uncommon for stupid blockbusters to rake in the dough in one record setting weekend and then see the large drop of around 60% of the audience in the weeks that followed. But it is uncommon for these shitty, shitty, substance-less movies to keep an audience for as long as Avatard has. 

So, that was simply the first sign that something was wrong. That people, worldwide, had finally reached a new level of stupidity. I was like the scientist in every disaster movie imaginable (who also shared a brain and dialog with the scientists of Avatard). I brought the warning of impending doom, saw this disaster coming, and even though it was too late to prevent, we could have started evacuating some people. But no one listened. And now it is too late to save anyone.
BABIES is the affirmation that my theory was, indeed, correct. There is an epidemic of stupidity sweeping the nation.
 
I get it, babies are cute. And adorable. And the things they do can be even more cuter and even more adorabler than they are. I even admit that watching the trailer for BABIES was not an altogether horrible way to spend two minutes. But you have to be a fucking moron to spend two hours watching BABIES. At the cost of $11. A fucking moron.

Maybe I am jumping the gun, just a bit. After all, BABIES isn't a hit, yet (trust me, it will be). But, really, it is just insulting to me that this movie exists at all.

BABIES is the equivalent of reality television (reality TV being the lowest form of TV in existence currently). No, I'm not saying documentaries are the equivalent of reality television. I am saying BABIES is the equivalent of reality television.

BABIES is effectively cashing in on the cuteness of babies. It's taking advantage of babies! Babies! The director is a monster of a prick. A brilliant monster of a prick, but a monster of a prick all the same.

Cashing in on babies is nothing new. But at least Hollywood had the dignity to make the babies talk and fight crime using CGI in the past (after all, who can forget Baby Geniuses? I will never forget. Can never forget.). But this monstrous prick has sunk to the new low of simply filming babies and selling that as a product.What a fucker.
It's going to start a new wave of cuter and adorabler documentaries. Coming soon to a theater near you...

PUPPIES

KITTENS

THE ELDERLY
(Okay, that last one is gross, not adorabler. But a spoof trailer showing the Elderly doing senile, baby type things would be hilarious. If I had more initiative I would make that spoof myself. Because it's a fantastic idea.)

Really, all I'm saying, is that if you see BABIES, you are an idiot. And you cannot be saved.

I may or may not silently judge you when you tell me you think Avatard is a good movie ("Hey, I'm smarter than this person!"), but I guarantee my opinion of you drops if you pay to see BABIES. And if you rent it, your intelligence level becomes suspect. My judgment pending what your thoughts on Avatard were...

Fuck You, NPR! How could you say such a terrible thing?


I'm either the most unlucky or the most naive person in the history of radio.

Every few months I get a hankerin' for some good old fashioned NPR (that's National Public Radio for you folks who are under fifty years of age). Unfortunately for me, every time I turn on NPR it's membership drive time.

Membership drive time is that special time when NPR asks... neigh... begs for money. It's where they try a combination of guilting you to give ("If you ran a public radio station and needed money for it's upkeep we'd give it to you!" and "You know you listen to it every goddamn day, so give us some goddamn money and stop being a goddamn freeloader!" [they would never say fuck on wholesome National Public Radio, not even in such a godless place as Los Angeles.]) and bribing you to give by offering you completely useless shit like and Earthquake detector (10 bucks says I know how I'm gonna die after that comment...), an extra battery for your cellphone, an NPR book lamp, or an iPad (ooOOoo, timely and biting).
So, am I unlucky for just happening to tune in during the NPR membership drive every time? Or naive for believing the drive isn't actually run 365 days a year (If that number is incorrect, I apologize. But as I've stated before, actual facts are overrated and not worth the time it takes to google them for accuracy.)? Or an arrogant prick for pointing out that I am cultured enough to tune into NPR, albeit it is only two weeks a year? I plea  the third (of the three preceding choices).

At least I take comfort in knowing that I don't owe them money for all the "free" educational programing I am receiving. Because, by listening to membership drive week only, I am never receiving any free educational programming. All I am hearing is pleas for money. It's like going to a Catholic mass (Oh, snap! Religious humor stemming from my upbringing. And it's Catholic related! Move over Kevin Smith, Stephen Colbert, and Jim Gaffigan!).  
Today though, NPR ensured, that even if I do manage the improbable feat (feet? Is feat a word? Is it the right word? Are you fucking with me, spell check?) of listening to an actual NPR program that isn't related to asking for money, I will NEVER, EVER, under ANY circumstance give money to them. EVER! (Unless I am trying to trick a female [human...hopefully] into thinking I am a caring individual who deserves to get laid, if just once in my miserable life.)

Today, NPR pissed me off. Very badly in fact. To a point where I yelled "Aww, heeeeell Naaaaaaw!," or something similar, at my radio and verbally told myself (yes, I talk to myself [quite often in fact]) I would never, ever, under any circumstance give money to NPR.

It wasn't anything political. It wasn't an attack on me in any way. And yet it was the most offending thing they could ever say.

It was simply this...

"You know, you can't spell fundraiser with fun--"

FUCK

YOU

NPR
What a horribly unclever clever thing to say. It's an insult. An insult to anyone with a brain.

I also can't spell fundraiser without FUND, which is what I am attempting to RAISE by holding a FUNDRAISER!

Jesus Christ! Some people!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Fortune Cookie Fortune Writers Need to Grow A Pair (Of Testicles)

Dear Fortune Cookie Fortune Writers,

You should all have your memberships to the FCFWGA (Fortune Cookie Fortune Writer's Guild of America) revoked. Never, in all my twenty-one (nearly twenty-two) years of life and one month of being a trashy "journalist" (aka blogger) have I seen such a disregard for the responsibility your job entails.

It is your job to write fortunes! Not advice! If I wanted advice I would turn to an old, bearded Chinese man, not an old, crunchy Chinese cookie.
Just last week I was eating at the Panda Express in the food court in the mall across the bridge from my Barnes and Noble -

- And that's another thing! What's the deal with Panda Express? I'm always happy when I begin a "meal" of Panda Express, but I always stop, about halfway through my "meal," and think to myself, "Why the fuck am I eating Panda Express?" It's the only fast food place I can think of that I regret eating while still in the middle of a "meal." I've never once finished Panda Express satisfied. I swear to Shat, halfway through every "meal" of Panda Express, I have regrets. I'm not regretting the fat intake, cause I really don't give a shit. It's like the food isn't tasty after the first few bites. It starts tasty, that chicken tastes so Goddamn Orange, but then it gets tiresome. And, no, I can't just order less food so I stop eating before the Panda boredom sets in. Because then I'd still be hungry. Even if I don't enjoy the second half of my Panda "meal," at least I'm full of Panda afterward. -
- But that is neither here nor there. Last week, I was eating at the Panda Express in the food court in the mall across the bridge from my Barnes and Noble when I got this lame fortune, "..." Okay. That is where I would quote the fortune, but I admit, I lost it. I saved it because it was so incredibly lame, but then I lost it before this blog came to fruition. Which is also incredibly lame, on so many levels.

But, I'll paraphrase. It basically said if I'm more outgoing, I'll make more friends. Or something. And granted, that's good advice. Advice I really should take. Me specifically. So that is kind of fortunate. But it ain't a fucking fortune!

And Today's fortune (why the fuck do I keep buying Panda Express?! I only enjoy it for, like, 10 bites [Answer: Because I can't eat McDonald's and Charley's Steakhouse Sandwiches everyday.]!) was... and this time I do quote because I managed to save it for less than twelve hours, "Express yourself, Do something creative."

Granted, also very wise advice. And it does apply to me (but really, both these examples apply to everyone with a pulse!). Could be talking about screenwriting more, or this blog, or the other creative endeavors I sideline everyday for less productive activities. But this is from a crunchy Chinese cookie! Not a bearded Chinese man! So no good! No good at fucking all.
You've got the best writing gig in the world, Fortune Cookie Fortune Writers! All writers, whether they be screenwriters, novelists, or some other type of writer who doesn't matter at all, wish they were fortune cookie fortune writers! It's the gig of a lifetime!

Just think about it! You can give people hope! Or turn them into hermits who never have sex or leave their homes... ever!

I think this lack of actual fortune writing comes from a fear of not being correct. But think about it, how will you ever be correct if you don't try? Sure, you're probably batting pretty damned near close to a thousand when you say "Be more outgoing, make more friends," but how much cooler would it be if you said "You will fall in love today" and were correct?
And even that's just playing it safe. You could predict all kinds of crazy shit.

"You're going to win a million dollars this month." 

"You're going to get promoted to CEO of your company this week!"

"You're going to fall in love this year... with a one legged pelican named Melinda.... who happens to be the same sex as you. Surprise, you're a homosexual!" (You had to hear it from a cookie. Ouch [Then again, is there anything more honest than a cookie?].)

Sure, you're going to be wrong most of the time. In fact, I wouldn't advise ever getting as specific as that last example. But, eventually, you're going to be right. Someone is going to fall in love the same day they cracked open YOUR cookie! And you are going to be THE FUCKING MAN (even if you'll never know it. And they'll never know your name or what-not because the FCFWGA guidelines strictly state there is no credit in the fortune cookie fortune writing business. Trust me, this IS for your own protection, especially after you predict someone is going to fall in love this year with a one legged pelican named Melinda who happens to be the same sex as them.)!
Imagine how terrifying it will  be for that person when a fortune actually comes to pass. Even if it was something as wonderful as falling in love, they'll always doubt the dark magic of that cookie. That fucking cookie. Maybe it will taint their relationship, making them secretly loathe their life partner until the day they die, bitter and alone. See, this is the kind of shit you were looking forward to when you enrolled in Fortune Cookie Fortune Writing School, wasn't it?

I know you're embittered yourself now, having seen the cruel reality of the fortune cookie fortune writing industry, so let's try to recapture that wonder you felt when you were a fortune cookie fortune writing virgin. The terror inspired by an innocent fortune coming true is just the tip of the iceberg.   Think about the fun you could be having with this gig!

Why not write terrifying fortunes? Start with the vague, innocent fortunes at first, so when people start hearing rumors about fortunes coming true, that's when you scare the shit out of them. Now, start predicting horrible things.

"You will get AIDs next time you have sex!"

"You will die in a fiery plane crash next time you fly!"
"Your significant other is cheating on you! And he/she is plotting with his/her better lover to murder you so he/she can be happy again because you're strangling the life out oh him/her!"

Okay, so that last one wasn't a fortune. But it's damn fun.

Really, you can be as sadistic as you want, it's your industry, fortune cookie fortune writers. But, next time, when I eat another regrettable meal at Panda Express, there had better be a fucking fortune in that fortune cookie! You lazy pricks.

Best,
Nick

Thursday, January 28, 2010

I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing

No. This is not the blog where I write about living life to the fullest after almost succumbing to the common cold. It does seem I have survived this bout with a virus that surely would have killed the average man (or at the very least left him quite impotent), but this has not changed my outlook on life. I still plan on wasting every moment, letting life pass me by as I watch movies, play video games, and write meaningless blogs that serve no purpose. I really don't give a shit if I miss a thing. Or a lot of "things" for that matter.

I do feel, quite strongly in fact, that every movie should end with the Aerosmith Song "I don't Wanna Miss a Thing" (Fucking click that link, son! Unless you DON'T want your mind blown! In fact, this blog is meant to be read while listening to said song. So I INSIST you click that link, bitch!).
It really has that epic, sweeping, bad-ass movie sound that could end any movie quite perfectly. Listen to the song and you'll literally be unable to disagree with the previous statement. Because it's fucking impossible to disregard this song's potential as a film ender. It could play in the opening credits, and that movie is over, son!

Just picture this shit. Close your eyes, and picture it (make sure not to close your eyes until I have given you your proper mind picture).

Your bad-ass hero has just shot up all the bad guys, taking a bullet to the shoulder, but saving both America and his daughter's life. Cue the slow-motion pan away from the arriving ambulances, hero hugging his daughter to death (though not literally, as that would negate his saving her life), camera drifting off into the clouds and I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING!

Or maybe freeze frame endings are more your style. No matter. The hero and his partner just drove their car through a boat, pinning their nemesis to the bottom of the ocean. It was awesome! These two hardened cops breath a sigh of relief now that the world is no longer threatened by a psychotic madmen who can talk to dolphins, lighting up two stogies and FREEZE FRAMING in a never ending High Five of manliness. Cue I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING.
I think these two examples have illustrated my point sufficiently. With just two examples I have proven, without any sane doubt, that every and any movie should end with the unforgettable Aerosmith Song, "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing."

Apparently, the song was written for Michael Bay's Armageddon for Christsake! You know it was used at the end of that movie! And you know it was the most memorable final shot to a movie... ever (which is why I can't remember the ending at all, even though I have seen it)!
So, shit. What more do I need to say? Don't just sit there! Do! Do create your own movie! And end it with Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing." Audiences worldwide will thank you. As will the studios who have just make a billion dollars thanks to your (and my) brilliance. Let's do this shit!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Citizins Guide to Montana

**** I am still sick. So, like David Letterman when he is undergoing Heart Surgery every few weeks, I have enlisted a friend to man the blog tonight. Tonight's Blog has been written by Andrew. All opinions/jokes/what-have-you included in the blog tonight are his, not mine (so when he insults the prophet Mohammad, suicide bomb his apartment, not mine). Make sure to treat him with the same lack of response as you have so generously treated me. His writings can be found in between the happy and bored smurf, as requested by him (ll pictures added are mine, not his). ****

Hello Nick’s friends,

I’m here to inform you about things that you don’t want to be informed about (much like Nick does (and does so well)). However instead of trying to be like Nick, what with the humor and what not, I figured I would bore you with a trivial look at reasons to move to Montana.

Hummanahummanah wha? You ask? That’s right, Montana! Billings, Montana! A lot of people have been asking me, “Andrew, why would anyone want to move to Billings, Montana?” Well I guess I will tell a bunch of people who would never ask me.

Why would anybody ask you about Billings, Montana, your not from there nor have ever been there? Well because dear Nick’s reader, I am thinking about moving there.

But why are thinking about that? For the adventure silly! Jimminy Christmas you’re far more interested then I would have suspected! Because, I want to move somewhere random while I still have the freedom to do so and after thinking about many options I landed on Billings Montana as a finalist.

So then, Why would someone want to move to Billings Montana? Well there are a couple of reasons (That’s right all I’ve got to is a couple of reasons to make a life changing decision). Anyway I’ll list em out for ya.

Its just damn beautiful. I mean come on! Look at some pictures of that place! What a beut!

Its cost of living is pretty low. And by low I mean I could live there with a couple roommates while making minimum wage. Cause that’s exactly what I will be making for a while.

The unemployment is low. As in the economic plunge we are currently in hasn’t really affected Montana yet. Or at least it has done so only a very little bit. And I’m ganna need all the help I can get to get a minimum wage job there!

Its big enough to have all the things I need from a city. This would include a movie theatre and a Target (cause I work at Target and would like to transfer my (near) minimum wage job there).

Low crime rate. In fact Billings was named one of the Best Cities to raise a family. Not that I will be doing that but I will be not getting mugged or stabbed. Which is nice.

Its three hours from Yellowstone. So naturally I would be a year pass and go there as often as possible. Cause Yellowstone is awesome and spending a lot of time there would be really cool (beans). Its also really close to just some general mountains if you couldn’t tell from the pictures.

Also the weather there is actually not that cold considering how far north it is cause apparently there is some sort of wind that blows North that keeps its semi-warm some of the time.

And here is something awesome, can anyone say day trip to Canada! Hells Yeahs! What we do in Canada?! Whatever the hell we want!

And on a personal note for why it’s good for me it’s about a 6 hour drive to my mothers from there and an 8 hour drive to my dad/step moms house. So that’s enough distance to be to distant to visit but not to distant in the case of an emergency.

Plus, Montana is pretty sparsely populated so in the event of a zombie apocalypse you have a better chance.



**** Wasn't that great? Isn't it refreshing not listening to me rant day after day? Hearing about what a heavenly place Montana really is really gives you some perspective, ya know? Let's give Andrew a big round of applause! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to being sick. ****

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

...

Can't...write...new blog today.

Still.... sick. In a... dark room... light burns me...

Talking with... Shatner... pauses....can't help it. It's a.... part... of the disease...

Bones help us all.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Not a real blog.

I'm sick. So I don't have the energy or the mental capacity to write a full blog entry. I am spelling about every other word incorrectly, but thanks to spell check this blog should be readable. So, I will soldier on.

I am sorry, but much to your (and my) shock, I am, apparently, quite mortal.

I just finished Season 7 of 24. And I have caught up in Season 8. Being sick has given me this gift. Unfortunately, consuming that much 24 in a 24 hour period, while not in a completely stable mindset, has lead me to the only conclusion that makes sense: my sickness is the result of a biological terrorist attack. Why did Jack Bauer have to leave LA? If he were here, and not goofing around in DC and then NY, then he would've prevented such an attack and I would be bringing you a full blog entry. Damn you, Jack Bauer!

Blame him, not me!

I also must comment that my sick day has given my computer the audacity to also call in sick. Skype has been infected, so that the words of my colleagues are warped into gibberish, as if they are speaking tongues. It's fucked up, to say the least. Thanks to my delicate mental state and 24, I have taken such gibberish as Arabic and have come to realize that my friends are actually Islamic extremists planning to bomb my apartment building. Where are you, Jack Bauer?

The internet is super slow. Facebook and e-mail won't load half the time. I had to click "New Post" about a hundred times to get this blog started. Obviously, terrorists have hacked the nation's firewall and are using their new found technical influence to annoy be. Jack Bauer, I need you, now, more than ever!

Where are you, Jack? And why won't you save America (and me)?

Sunday, January 24, 2010

William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy: The Masterworks


The fact that they are two of the most recognizable faces in science fiction is not all William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy share in common; they have also both led incredibly misguided music careers. We're talking Bruce-Willis-Return-Of-Bruno-Seagram's-Golden-Wine-Coolers misguided (<-- Yes, sir. That is a link).

I'm sure everyone who reads this blog is already aware of Shatner's  infamous turn as a singer. He is practically as famous for his "inspired" retelling of Rocket Man as he is for commanding The U.S.S. Enterprise. His "interpretation" of classic songs is beyond legendary (though "ass rape" maybe be a more apt description than "interpretation."). If you ever wanted to hear a beloved classic in spoken word form, with questionable choice in delivery, Shatner is the only man for the job.
 
This is something one would expect from Shatner. It is a mystery why Mr. Nimoy would have soiled his career with his album, LEONARD NIMOY PRESENTS MR. SPOCK'S MUSIC FROM OUTER SPACE. Nimoy, at one point in his career, hated his constant association with the character Spock, even writing the autobiography "I Am Not Spock" (that he followed up with "I Am Spock" [I am sorry if any of my facts are wrong {though I don't think they are} but I refuse to take the time to check them. And I don't need to, because I assume I know more than you.].). Nimoy's music is closer than Shatner's to being just that, music. Meaning he actually makes the attempt to sing, rather than simply talking at you (though he does sing the Midnight Cowboy classic, "Everybody's Talkin'"). 

In this blog I outline the best of the worst, the songs that really are too hilarious to miss. I listen to all the Nimoy Shat so you don't have to! I am such a great guy that I even include links so that you can listen to these polished turds yourself. Enjoy! Some are too ridiculous to believe. Listening to these songs was the most hilarious thing to happen to me all last week (since Conan and 30 Rock certainly didn't seem to be trying very hard).

Rocket Man - William Shatner
I start with the classic you have all hopefully seen. If you haven't seen this yet, you are in for the highlight of your 2010. Possibly the greatest award show moment ever (No, definitely the greatest award show moment ever). Click the link above!

Highlights:
"I'm gonna be... high..................... as a kite by then." Pair this with a long drag on a "cigarette" and Shat's inpiration is clear. Also, features dueling Shats! They practically converse:
Shat 1: "Mars is no place to raise a kid."
Shat 2: "In fact, it's cold as hell."
A little twist on the line, "A Rocket, man."
And finally, three Shats! "I'm...a...rock...et...man!" Once dances, one stands stiff, and the original continues to puff away on that cig. Epic.
I can't imagine what it would have been like in that audience. I would have lost it for sure and ruined the broadcast. I know I still cackle away in my room every time I watch it.

Highly Illogical - Leonard Nimoy
This song is just a gem, through and through. Kinda catchy 60's beat, even. Spock comments on everything he finds illogical... in song. I guess the most illogical thing would be not to express his thoughts through song.

Highlights:
After singing about how illogical relationships, jobs, and cars are, Spock... er... Nimoy comments, "Well, there goes the neighborhood" when referring to man's space travel capabilities. What a racist Vulcan!
 
Mr. Tambourine Man - William Shatner
Wow. Just, wow. Again, super questionable "interpretation" (aka "ass raping") of a classic song. It's like his "character" is being driven made by the Tambourine Man. When Shat's not confused, he's angry!

Highlights: The delivery of, "In the jingle...gangle... morning" could not be more perfect. Also, gotta love the way he shouts his final line, "MR. TAMBOURINE MAN!"

If I Had a Hammer - Leonard Nimoy
A cover of a Peter, Paul, and Mary Song, about Hammering and Ringing Bells.

Highlights: After singing the song, Nimoy goes America all over our asses. The song seemlessly transistions into the tune of "America the Beautiful" and Nimoy states, "Well, I have a hammer. And I have a bell. And I have a song, a song to sing all over this land. It's the hammer of justice. It's the bell of freedom. And the song, is the song, of love. Love between all of my brothers. And Love between all of my sisters. All over this land." So patriotic it burns when I pee.


Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds - William Shatner 
Who sings The Beatles better than the Beatles? William Shatner, of course! 

Highlights: The following delivery has to be heard to truly be believed, "Picture yourself... in a boat!... On a river! With tangerine trees! And Marmalade skies! Somebody calls you and you answer... quite slowly... A GIRL! With kolidascope eyes!" He honestly sounds like he is in such wonder, like he is really seeing everything he describes. "Marshmellow pies!"

A Visit to a Sad Planet - Leonard Nimoy
Radioactive dust? A holocaust? Stardate: Depressing.

Highlights: Spoiler alert! The planet was Earth all along! Goddamn you! You damn, dirty Nimoy!

Common People - William Shatner
I honestly can't believe even Shatner can be this stupid. But that's why the man is legend!

Highlights: Why even bother?

The Balled of Bilbo Baggins - Leonard Nimoy
Ever wanted to hear the plot of The Hobbit retold by Spock... in song? You're a fucking liar. Of course you did!

Highlights: The video rocks. But really, the existence of this song is a highlight on it's own, as far as I'm concerned.

Anyway, that's really all I can bare to unleash on you while keeping a clean conscience. Really though, the inclusions of these songs alone have made this the most hilarious blog I have ever gifted you with. Thank you unintentionally funny Nimoy and Shat!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Halting the Evolution of Comedy


I watched Conan's last Tonight Show last night. It was the 14th Episode of the Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien I watched... ever. I watched the first 11 episodes when Conan first became host. Then, I was present at a taping as an audience member. I caught one episode that a friend had Tivo'd on the most glorious, giant screen in the history of man, about midway through the run. Then I watched last night's final episode.

Two thoughts were going through my head as I watched the final Tonight Show With Conan O'Brien.

Why am I not watching my 24 Bluray?

And...

God, Late Night Talk Shows are lame.

Late Night Talks Shows are an outdated form of comedy. I suggest that they join the ranks of least entertaining comedy, a club they share with the CBS Sitcom and the TBS Show.

Watch any sitcom on CBS, whether it be Two and a Half Men, The New Adventures of Old Christine, or Big Bang Theory, and you will be transported back in time to the 1960s. The comedies on CBS seriously haven't evolved at all since the dawn of the sitcom. It's like they saw all the changes other networks have made over the years and intentionally ignored them.

Only on CBS will you find a complete comedy block of laugh track ridden sitcoms (I know most employ live audiences, but a live audience is no better than a laugh track), full of characters looking for love while making outdated sexual innuendos. Even though I hate The Office (US), at least it represents the fact that other networks have allowed the sitcom to evolve (though the fact that Parks and Rec and Modern Family are Office clones is very troubling). Honestly, the closest thing one can do to emulate traveling back in time is to watch a CBS comedy (until I finish my Time Machine). And, on CBS, if you're not watching a stale sitcom, you're watching a crime investigation show. Really, it's best never to tune into such a shitty network.

And TBS, well, one really doesn't have to say anything about TBS. Except that the choice of tagline "Very Funny" could not have been more poorly chosen.

I feel the Late Night Talk Show fits in the same camp as the CBS Sitcom. It is an incredibly outdated form of comedy that needs to be put down.

Leno isn't the only unfunny asshole in the bunch. Letterman, Fallon, Ferguson, and even Conan, are all guilty of holding the evolution of comedy hostage.

This was no more evident than Conan's clip show last night, highlighting the "best" moments of his Tonight Show run. Clips from lame sketches, clips involving "wacky" animals, clips of Conan goofing around on the Universal lot, and clips featuring "breath taking" stunts? Is this really all late night television can offer us?

I mean, seriously, in this day and age do we still need wacky and dangerous animals as guests? If you were to ask me, "What best represents the death of good television?" I just might say "Reality TV. And whenever an animal trainer is a guest on a late night show." I get it! They're animals! They're unpredictable! That bear COULD have ripped Conan apart (would have been far better TV if it had. And I wouldn't have to fearfully await ANOTHER new shitty late night talk show in 7 months.)!

 It's a boring formula. Host comes out, makes a few safe jokes about the day's news. The same jokes every other host will make that night. Then, a skit. Or something equally wacky. Maybe have bikes jumping off ramps (I can't believe something that lame made Conan's clip show) or attach Conan to a string and have him break stuff (again, super lame). Then, a guest. This is probably the only worthwhile part. But, even this is boring on a network Late Night Talk Show. No host ever asks a question that could possibly rub the guest the wrong way. No one asks anything interesting, it's just "Tell us again while you are so great? Pwetty pwease?" Then, second, B-List guest. End with a musical guest, that I never watch.

It's boring. It's not funny. Conan kept talking about how his Tonight Show was just about having fun on television. Maybe your staff was having fun, Mr. O'Brien, but I certainly wasn't.

Comedy should be about taking risks. If you're not risking alienating part of your audience, then you're not doing your job right, comedy writer.

Look at all the greatest Comedy shows of the last decade... South Park, Arrested Development, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, 30 Rock, Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Daily Show With Jon Stewart... all have pushed the envelop on what you can and can't joke about (some, more than others). And yes, I'm sure all have lost a few audience members along the way, because they were just too offended by something or another. But these shows are all the cream of the crop because they take the risks. Because they mess with the formula. They don't follow forty-year-old rules.

The Daily Show is most relevant to my point (the point being that the late night talk show is stale and shitty).  It IS the next evolution of the late night talk show. It takes the age old formula and fucks with it.

First, the host's monologue. Jon Stewart briefs us on the news, poking fun at how stupid politicians and "real" newscasters are. His humor is much more offensive, much more of an attack against stupid people, than you would find on a late night talk show.

Then, your skits. Instead of a poorly written sketch or lame "awe-inducing" stunt, Jon turns his correspondents loose for some Borat style humor. When faced with a naive newscaster, how will these real people stick their foot in their mouth? How will they reveal the ridiculousness of their own cause by talking with a newscaster who appears to agree with them, but is really mocking them?


Finally, the interview. This is where Mr. Stewart most sets himself apart from the network-late-night-drivel. Sure, I've never seen him outright tell an actor a clip from their movie sucked (though he's certainly hinted at it before...), but he does make the effort Leno, Letterman, Conan, Fallon, and Ferguson all fail to make. His interview with George Lucas is a great example of what he can do. To the best of my memory, he never asks "Why do the three new Star Wars suck so much?" but he comes pretty damn close. And whenever he has a politician on, it's an absolute dream! His arguments with John McCain are stuff of television legend...
 
Obviously, part of the difference is that Stewart has been granted the gift of cable while Conan and friends are chained down by Network standards. But, still... Arrested Development and 30 Rock could be funny and push the limit on Network... so why can't these late night knuckle heads?


One of my friends suggested that the point of a late night show isn't to make you laugh until your side's split. It's to amuse you until you fall asleep. He used Leno as an example, saying that Leno provides a few laughs, while making him sleepy. Should that ever be the point of comedy? To bore someone to sleep? Every comedy show, no matter what the hour, should strive to split one's sides (though not literally of course, that would be horrible!). I mean, really, who wants the job of writing jokes that put people to sleep?

Conan said last night that the Tonight Show is a job any comedian dreams of getting. I don't think so. Do you really think someone like Jon Stewart would be happy with the mediocrity the Tonight Show brings with it? His pay check would be bigger, sure, and his audience would double, but at what cost? His very soul?

I may not have the talent to be a comedian, but if I were presented with the choice to host the Tonight Show or be merely a correspondent on the Daily Show, I hope I would choose the latter (but who can say for sure, really?). Likewise, I would rather be a faceless writer on a groundbreaking sitcom than the face of outdated television.

In my own career, I consider the Daily Show the gold standard of TV Writing. My dream job, if I could write for ANY show on TV, it'd be the Daily Show.  Sure, I consider South Park and It's Always Sunny funnier shows, but the Daily Show is the golden standard of joke writing, four days a week.

Anyway, that's my perspective. In hindsight, I should have never watched Conan last night, because if I hadn't I surely would have written a less serious and hateful blog. But, I have nothing but hate for people who drag down television. And I hope that occasionally amusing you in other blog posts has earned me the right to simply present my boring thoughts from time to time.

I love you!