Usually I'm not a Saturday Night Live fan, haven't been since, well college (Will Farrell was still in the cast, just so you know). Anyhow. Today I pinched a nerve in my neck. I'm not going to say how. I'm just saying I may or may not have been cleaning out gutters when over twenty ninjas attacked me all at once. I fought them all off with just a garden hose, but I came away wounded, and I found myself up late tonight.
They announced musical guest Franz Ferdinand, with host Catherine Zeta Jones. I thought: "Hey! Franz Ferdinand! And the T-Mobile chick has big boobs!"
The score:
Franz Ferdinand = AWESOME
Catherine Zeta Jones = TERRIBLE
I don't know if as you get older the sense of comedy changes, or whether SNL is on one of their almost predictible down cycles. Or maybe they've stayed the same and the landscape has changed because of the Daily Show.
Who knows. Watching the show made me want to go to a Franz Ferdinand show and to NEVER see the new Zorro movie. Or battle a legion on Ninjas.
No funny pictures or links tonight, kids. Don't worry, we'll rock you on the flip.