Wow, thank god for YouTube. I can have a really shitty day and come home and dig up the treasure of (the real) Stephen Colbert on Charlie Rose. Good times. The morons were out in droves today. It was a very funny, charming break from the endless fuckwits of my day. It was also the only time I've heard him speak about his father's and brothers' deaths.
But don't worry, my blog's not going to get too serious. On the flip side, everyone has to start somewhere:
Speaking of TOTAL SHIT, D and I watched a random episode of Grey's Anatomy TiVO taped recently. Ok, so maybe I suggested to TiVo to tape it. Maybe. I'm always on the lookout for guilty pleasures, shoot me. WOWZERS. What a fucking spectacle. I hope to one day teach a scriptwriting class just so I can show this episode. This will be my prime example of GROTESQUE PAINT-BY-NUMBERS MELODRAMA. It was the second of a two-parter, and I hate to judge a whole series on one episode, but mother fuck. We started yelling out dialogue towards the end and you know what? We nearly always got it right.
Grey had her finger on a bomb in some dude who was bleeding out and she couldn't even wiggle her finger but they still rolled the whole gurney down the hall to get away from the main oxygen line and then she pulled the whole bomb out and gave it to some dude who walked it down the hall and blew the hell up. Where the bomb squad was (seriously, they'd milked this for hours, the bomb squad should have been there) was apparently of no concern. This was so gloriously awful I almost want to watch more. With beer.
Hope I didn't give anything away there if you're a fan and you haven't seen that episode (it was old, I presume), but it was such a schlocky buildup it gave itself away. If you didn't see it coming, I really can't help you there.
(I checked, it's season two, so I'm not ruining anything).