Make It Happen.

Last week was the end of Conan O'Brien's run as the host of The Tonight Show on NBC. In the inevitable tv movie to be made of the squabbling, Coco requested Ms. Tilda to play him. And she said YES.

Check out the pic. It werks.

This Just About Sums It Up.

Jon Stewart sort of sums up the Massachusetts senate race in a nice neat bow.

To make myself feel better, I learned that there's an actor named Benedict Cumberbatch and he's set to star in a movie called Barafundle Bay.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010.

Congrats, Senator Brown. Although I currently can't vote in Massachusetts, I still consider it home and follow local politics as closely as I can. Although my town did its best to keep Kennedy's seat within the D fam, you ran a smart, intelligent campaign (unlike what's her face, urgh). Don't let the commonwealth down now.

In other news, I finally found an American Idol contestant that I might, might, root for. Katelyn Epperly. I'm cautious though -- so far, the contestants have generally blown chunks. Much like what's her face did throughout her senate campaign.

Oh, and also, sorry America, while Massachusetts enjoys universal healthcare, you won't.

Swing, Swing.

Today's a big day in Massachusetts national politics.  Who would have ever thunk it?  The last time we had this kind of a contest was when Bill Weld took on John Kerry and almost won.  This time the stakes are even higher since the entire nation seems to be watching.  You know, because the health care bill is sort of in the balance (fyi, the coincidence of this all occurring in Massachusetts is striking -- you've got Kennedy's seat at issue, Kennedy being a major force for health care reform -- in a state that already has near universal health care coverage, which hugely impacts voters' thinking wrt to the consequences of this vote).

 

I found this quote, which I thought was sort of cute:

 

So I guess this is what it's like to live in a swing state.  Oy.

 

Which, itself was commenting on another cute quote:

 

I've never seen a negative commercial on the Weather Channel before.

Bolden Blobes.

The Golden Globes are kinda lame because they are handed out by 100 or so starf__kers claiming to be journalists -- but who aren't, despite their moniker (i.e. Hollywood Foreign Press Association).  In fact, aside from Ricky Gervais's wicked awesome rip on Mel Gibson last night, the most uncomfortable jokes came courtesy of every winner who in jest claimed to have bought off the HFPA.  You know.  Because that would never happen in real life.

 

The only real value of the Globes is that it's a live telecast where celebrities are given alcohol.  Whoever came up with that idea should run NBC and save that network.

 

That being said, celebs take it seriously because it allows them a major pay bump, and is a big step on the way to winning an Academy Award.  Because I know you care, here were my reactions from the evening:

• Jennifer Aniston's dress showed no mercy, but showed a whole lotta everything else.
• NPH and David Burtka were adorable.
• Colin Farrell was adorabler.
• Sandra Bullock.  The frontrunner?  Truvia?  I'm intrigued.
• Jeff Bridges got a standing O?  Really?
• Kevin Bacon.  I'm all about staying young and everything, but dude, you aren't 19 years old anymore.  Stop effin' acting/dressing/talking like one.
• Mo'Nique.  Wow, after the stories of her not caring for awards, to her heartfelt acceptance speech -- either she saw the light or she really is the best actress in the world.
• I wasn't terribly comfortable with Julianna Margulies dissing NBC.  She'd be a nobody were it not for NBC's 10pm dramas.  It's one thing for Coco to blast NBC (even though NBC gave him his big break) since NBC is also railroading him, but it's unclear that JuMa has any similar cause of bitterness.  Declasse, mon amie.
• A friend of mine pointed out that James Cameron's haircut looked like Professor Snape's.  I barely noticed because I muted his pompous ramblings.  Remember when he interspliced a moment of silence for the Titanic victims with his proclamation that he's the king of the world?  Tactful, Jimmy.  Tactful.
• Lea Michele.  Goddess.

Glee Day.

I was hard on Glee in a recent post because, you know, it generally sucks. But one thing that is consistently good about it is the new arrangements of pop songs into a capella and show choir renditions. As you might know, Green Day is bringing a jukebox musical to Broadway based on their songs. Intrigued? Listen to the new Glee-ified version HERE and be effin' blown. a. way. I might have to go see this now.

Speaking of Glee, mjsbigblog, my go-to source for all things American Idol (sorry, Rickey, you kinda blow), found this neat video showing Heather Morris getting cut from AI in an earlier season. She's the dumb cheerleader who gave Sue the set list for sectionals. Jebus, you really don't need to win Idol to be successful anymore.

This Doesn't Look Good.

Jebus.  So I recently railed on Martha Coakley for being an idiot.

 

Having not lived in Massachusetts for a little over a year now, I'm a little out of touch with how things are up there.  I have to rely on the interwebs for that.  Apparently democrats are realizing just how badly they messed up with this special election for Ted Kennedy's seat -- and now are flailing at the thought that a Massachusetts senator could very realistically break the Democrats' filibuster override in congress.