Saturday Night Live
Last night's episode was touch and go. Jennifer Garnet hosted and seriously, I don't understand what all the fuss is about. She's not that pretty, her tits are tiny, she has no comedic ability and she really can't act for shit. I've never seen her show and I'm not about to go see “Daredevil” but since she's like dog shit right now I can't seem to avoid her.
Anyway. There were a few stand out skits last night. One was the junior high talk show “Wake Up Wakefield” that was having a special broadcast from the Valentine's Day dance. Maya Rudolph is definitely one of the best people that they've ever had on that show. Did you know that she's Minnie Ripperton's daughter?
I have this strange attraction to Jimmy Fallon. At the end of the show he was wearing the long-sleeved-shirt-underneath-a-tshirt look and it just so happened that I was sporting the same look (my weight gain has left me few fashion options and I find myself mentally stuck in 1994, anyway). It was kind of like that scene in Wayne's World 2 where Garth and the girl from the permit office meet at Waynestock and realize that they're soul mates.
Beck was the musical guest and I'm still torn over how I feel about him, even after all of these years. His new stuff is pretty cool, seems to have a touch of Johnny Cash. But it really does sound all the same most of the time. That's a little annoying. I don't hate him, per se. But I don't ever find myself yearning to listen to any Beck album.
The snowfall today is pretty remarkable. I kind of want to take the baby out to play in it but it's pretty cold out. I'd feel bad if he got all frozen.
I've only flipped through the NY Times this morning. I looked through the magazine and in my pre-coffee state whined, “All of these articles are so loooong!” I only say things like that in the privacy of my own home, otherwise I fear that intellectuals will detect my ruse (I'm actually very dumb) and kick me out of academic society.
Speaking of which, here was a blow to my self-esteem: Frank asked me what my QPA was. When I told him he was surprised that it was so low. As if I hadn't been feeling shitty enough…
I had a bad year a few years ago, my priorities were all screwed up. I've been working hard but a few classes have set me back. I just should have dropped that Darwinism class when I had the chance. Argh.
The boyfriend and I have important errands to run, so I'm going to try to wake him up.
