Sunday, September 21, 2008
An epistle to the Quarks
Hi Quarks (fellow travellers to this blog)
After Saturday Night Live's fabulous performance last weekend, I felt like saying what I used to say abou MAD Magazine. Oh MAD, poor MAD, something's hung you up and I'm feeling so sad.
SNL sucked a hotchee last night.
Darryl Hammond was badly used as John McCain in something called "McCain Voiceovers", it was too safe a satire, there were only photos of Barrak Obama and not an Obama character with something called "McCain Voiceovers"-- and Kristin Wiig's talents were entirely wasted where she played the part of a group of reporters to be sent to Alaska, ultimately eaten by bears and run over by snowmobiles.
The musical group Kings of Leon performed "Sex on Fire" and "Use Somebody."--and they sure used us in two totally flat performances. No sign of Tina Fey doing Sarah Palin....Are hey afraid of a lawsuit or something?
But no. They hinted on Palin's husband making out with their children and how they got away with that spoof, I'll never know. If I were Sen. Palin I would have sued. Bad taste. Ecch!
Always the same in the performing arts. One huge success in an episode and then a corresponding failure in the next.
Should have wartched MAD earlier.
It's edgier. Not like the print magazine today. Or, last night, SNL.
I too am losing my edge. Ideas and opportunities come, and I just say, "Ah well. There goes another idea, another opportinity. Sent something to the local paper and got a really nice hello from Debora Kelly, editor, but someone had already done the story on a theme I had in mind. She at least inquired about my health and I guess that door is still open.
Well, if SNL can blow it entirely I guess here and there I can too. And those cats used to make fabulous incomes. You wouldn't believe how fabulous. Had kept John Belushi in dope for years, until he had that last snort.
Maybe it's producer Lorne Michaels' anti-drug policy now. They used to really get it on in the late Seventies, when almost everybody in the cast but Jane Curtin was on drugs. Remember John Belushi in the "Samurai Deli", the part when a customer didn't like a submarine sandwich and Belushi, as the Samurai Deli owner went to commit hara-kiri with his sword. He had "lost face". Hee.
And there was a parody of the "Point-Counterpoint" segment of the news program 60 Minutes, Curtin portrayed a controlled "liberal", Politically Correct viewpoint (referencing Shana Alexander) vs. Dan Akroyd, who (referencing James J. Kilpatrick) prototyped the right-wing view, albeit with an over the top "attack" journalist slant.
Curtin would present the liberal "Point" portion first, then Aykroyd would present the "Counterpoint" portion, sometimes beginning with the statement, "Jane, you ignorant slut."
I'm afraid the good old days are gone forever.
Got some tomatoes out of the garden.
You mean tomatoes, usually from California, don't have to taste like kaopectate?
It's harvest time in Ontario and everything's great.
Hope Pam's spread in Australia got some rain.
Spanking, gorgeous days out here. Had to go and catch the sun. 'fore it's gone..
My Marigold grew to seven feet. (sic!)
Ah woodsman, spare that marigold.It had become huge, and aged. Had to do a logging expedition and cut the thing down; it was robbing space from all the tomatoes; I've never seen a flower grow so tall. That Miracle Grow is wunderstuff. Gee, I wonder if I can get any bigger if I take some. Heh.
Ah. Fun in the garden with Ivan. Never trust a naked marigold.
There might be life after rejection.