Friday, December 10, 2010

Late night buzz

There's a reason I don't watch late-night talk shows. For one, my life just hasn't bottomed out yet. For two, I'm generally reading or sleeping or both, which is possible with a large print edition, bedside lamp, and significant doses of prolamine iodine.

Tonight, however, I ate cookies. For most adults and the majority of toddlers, this isn't a headline making event. For me, sugar is outside the scope of my diet. I'd say it has the same affect on me as chocolate-coated coffee beans, but chocolate-coated coffee beans would stop my heart. So, no, it's not like that. It just makes me wired. Unable to sleep. Restless. It can even prompt me to tweet, which, when done on sugar, isn't much different than drunk dialing.

So take into consideration the extent of my conscious mind before I'll click on a video of a compilation of Wednesday night's late-night television. Basically, I have to be drugged.

I thought I'd share. Enjoy what you can. There are even Obama jokes now. And it only took two years of insane spending, flubs, inaccuracies, factual fallacies, ridiculous quotes, missteps, a grassroots opposing movement, international leaders mocking him, and a historic vote of conservatives in the House.

They're only a Presidential candidacy and half-term late. That's comedy on the cutting-edge.



Poor Letterman. He just can't bring himself to harm The One without attacking Palin, since jokes about her have never been tried before.

I wonder what Letterman would do if he ever stumbled onto a dead horse.

4 comments:

Jason Michael Parrish said...

After reading this post, I fell asleep and dreampt (spelled wrong, but I prefer to spell 'dreamed' this way) I was turning into a Conan O'Brien/Michael J. Fox talk show host. As I looked closer into the mirror of my soul, great fear overtook me. I shook myself until the process reversed itself and promptly joined a Trappist monk monstery in Switzerland, left no forwarding address, and changed my name to Michael J. Pious the 1st. Sometime later...that would be now...I made burritos with hot spiced tea and decided Jason loves Mexican food too much to move to St. Moritz.

Without Wax,

Jason--looking at travel brochures to Argentina

Tara Lynn Thompson said...

I dreamed about work.

Jason Michael Parrish said...

Did you dream about words? Typing? Cursive writing? Creating a new language?

What exactly did you dream about and...this has nothing to do with the first batch of questions...when you read, do you see pictures simultaneously???

Tara Lynn Thompson said...

Trust me. This dream deserves no further attention. I've had yawns more exhilarating.

When I read I see moving pictures. Movies. Never snapshots. Always in motion.