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Team Conan FTW.

Leno must go-go and make room for CoCo.

Seriously, tho. Jay? You’ve had a good run. You made a commitment to hand the show over in 2009. You weaseled your way back onto TV by preying on NBC’s weak schedule and/or bottom line. The 10pm experiment didn’t work. It’s time to go.

You don’t need the money. That car collection I saw on the series 12 finale of Top Gear proves that. (Your garage is bigger than my apartment…building.) You don’t need the work – I’m sure your agent could line you up with 300 nights a year in Vegas for twice what NBC’s paying you. What do you have to gain here, other than destroying a venerable late-night franchise?

Conan called your bluff with his statement from earlier today. You can’t win this one. Walk away. Just…walk away.

Go Team Conan.

Things are tough on Broadway right now. 16 shows are scheduled to close by February – and sure, a whole bunch of new shows will open up by the time the Tony qualifying deadline hits at the end of April, that’s still a lot of actors, techs, stage managers, and musicians out of work in the near term. As a theater geek at heart, that makes me sad.

You know what else makes me sad? The current state of SNL. Save for the brilliant stunt-casting of Tina Fey as Sarah Palin earlier this season, SNL hasn’t given me any reason to watch on a weekly basis since…well, since Tina Fey stopped doing Weekend Update. (Noticing a theme here?) So imagine my surprise when this sketch came to my attention earlier today.

Not only is it funny, but it touches on what are, in my opinion, big problems with the state of Broadway and the American musical theater in general. That, and NPH is teh awesome.

My love for Rock Band knows no bounds – those of you who read this blog regularly (all four of you) or follow me on Twitter know this all too well. But this…well, judge for yourself. (Fair warning – this video, from last Wednesday’s Today Show, is totally safe for work, but you might want to turn the volume down. Significantly.)

Imagine waking up to this. Yikes. Folks, keep your day job. (All that said, my excitement for Rock Band 2 has not abated. Just one more thing to look forward to next month.)

This is what happens when I let my mind wander.

So, if his theme music is to be believed, Yogi Bear sleeps until noon, but has every picnic basket in Jellystone Park by sunset. Last time I checked, picnics are traditionally a lunchtime affair. And as we all know, Yogi is pretty civilized – sure, he doesn’t wear clothes beyond his shirt collar, green tie, and snappy hat, but you’d have to presume he at least showers and brushes his teeth, which would take at least 15-20 minutes. Assuming the tie’s not a clip-on, by the time he completes his look and ventures out of his cave, it’s at least 12:30 PM. So…

  • Is Jellystone Park starting some kind of happenin’ ‘late-afternoon’ picnicking trend?
  • Are the lunchtime picnickers just really lazy, and allowing their food to spoil? (And, in that instance, is Yogi actually doing them a favor?)
  • Is Jellystone Park frequented by environmental activists, insistent on ignoring Ranger Smith and feeding the animals anyway (intentionally allowing Yogi to steal their baskets)?
  • Is there some strange time/space phenomenon at the entrance to Yogi’s cave, causing it to be noon inside and dawn outside?

William of Ockham tells us that all other things being equal, the simplest solution is the best. Which means, of course, that…

  • Yogi Bear is a ninja.

Think about it. He’d have to be really fast to get all of those baskets. He’s constantly giving Ranger Smith the slip. He speaks in riddles. And bears are the #1 threat to America. It all adds up.

You think about it. Think. About. It.

I think this is the finale I’ve been looking forward to the most.  When Heroes premiered back in September, I remember liking it, but not feeling like I’d end up staying with it for very long.  (At the time, I was higher on Studio 60…but that’s for another post.)  But Heroes has delivered something that – for my money, anyway (your mileage may vary) – hasn’t been in episodic television since season 1 of Alias, or the early days of Buffy…well developed characters, superb storytelling, and all-around satisfying TV that hasn’t been dumbed-down in order to cast a wide net.  Sure, like all episodic TV, some episodes were stronger than others (without a doubt, “Company Man” and “Five Years Gone” are standouts from season 1), but there was no filler here, no weak episodes; only ‘strong’, ‘stronger’, and ‘holy living fuck!’.

So, enough with the preliminaries.  Time to get on with Chapter 23:  “How to Stop an Exploding Man”.

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Anyone who knows me knows that I think the UK version of The Office is as close to perfect as television comedy gets. And while I had some initial apprehension about a US conversion of the series, the American version of The Office quickly found its own voice and comedic style. That was three years ago. Suffice to say, the American version of The Office is now appointment television for me, and there was no way in hell that I was missing this finale.

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I thought that since the season finales are airing this week (with a few exceptions – 30Rock, your season ended too soon!), I thought I’d try something new. Instead of just talking to/shouting at the TV, I thought I’d share my thoughts with you in a new feature I’m calling M-D Watches the Season Finales.

I won’t be watching EVERY season finale, mind you, just the shows I’d be watching anyway. And these aren’t going to be reviews as much as they’ll be my stream-of-consciousness thoughts on the episodes (and the ads that surround them), written in (mostly) real-time – essentially, these are the comments I’d turn and make to you if you were sitting in the same room, watching the show with me. And while I’m going to try to keep things as spoiler-free as possible, since these are finales, some minor spoilers may slip through. You’ve been warned.

So, now that the formalities are out of the way, we start with the very last episode ever of Gilmore Girls.

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Logged at some point around 11pm EST:

M-D: AAAH! Celene Dion is on my TV. My ears! MY EARS
Becca: why?
Becca: WHY?!?!?!
Becca: and what the hell is with that dress?
Becca: for chrissakes.
M-D: I can’t tell if her face looks more like a horses’ head or the sole of a human foot.

You be the judge.

rayflames.jpgI’m sitting at Capitol City Ford while my Explorer gets its 12,000 oil change and general ‘turn your head and cough’ checkup, trying to get some work done for my meeting in Sacramento next week, and I’ve made the mistake taking my headphones off. Over the course of the last 25 minutes or so, I’ve been subjected to the inane ranting of Regis and Kelly, and the soul-devouring vapidity of Rachael Ray. (Oh boy! The ‘snack of the day is Asiago Cheese Straws! KILL ME NOW.) I know that I’m not in the target demographic for these shows, but I don’t understand how these shows are fit for any kind of human consumption. Seriously, I can feel my brain cells committing ritual suicide as I type this.

I miss daytime game shows. OK, maybe Match Game wasn’t exactly the Algonquin Round Table, but it was at least good for a laugh. And, hell, I probably learned more about math from The Price is Right than I learned in my first two years of elementary school. (At the very least, I was playing pricing games at a 5th grade level.)

I reckon that, at some point, a network executive decided that it was more economical to produce 1 hour of Rosie, BabaWawa, et al droning on and on about absolutely nothing for an hour each day than to produce 30 minutes of actual entertainment. I could never subject viewers like me to that kind of torture – so I guess I’d make a lousy network executive.