writers and attempted actors
at a party last spring i had the good fortune of running into a woman who hipped me to tina fey. had noticed TF on SNL now and then, but hadn’t seen her enough to get around those repellent poser glasses. party woman, no average dullard, told me that tina fey was smart, and that Mean Girls was a good movie. despite her feyish glasses — easier to ignore in conversation — the advice was noted.
so i got Mean Girls, pronouncing it worth multiple views (i like lindsay lohan, but my favorite is lizzy caplan’s bitchin’ lehhhhhhzbian janis ian). then i found 30 Rock and was officially smitten for life, fey’s horrendously ignorant political views notwithstanding.
now to john mccain. this worthless fuck may have delivered at the al smith blah blah dinner one of the all-time great ball busts, courtesy of his writer(s). even him flubbing a crucial line couldn’t slow down the torrent of in-your-face grade-A old school nut vicing. set the pointer to 4:30 in this vid:
that… was solid — bringing to bear the engine of countless confrontations i’ve enjoyed on skeet fields, bicycle courses, and sporting clays trails. almost couldn’t believe my ears, and mccrat with his bifurcated tail at least didn’t get so much in the way that the testosterone fog dissipated. seems to have rattled the skin whore, unless the whore’s usually that awkwardly inept at public speaking.
now this dipshit palin, set to appear — likely with tina fey — on SNL tomorrow night: if the writers know what they’re doing, and palin is somehow able to scrounge up some piece of a soul from a prior life (before that private meeting at the crossroads), they’ll simply swap personalities and go for the all-out ball bust thrash attempt, which fey at least is the master of, being one of those rare females with the best male traits for a female to cop (i.e., unlike most women, fey is naturally funny). palin doing a subtly written and true fey impersonation would so fucking rock the house that there’d be no recovery. she claims to have donned tina fey years ago for halloween. will the writers try it? can it be done? hell, have her be liz lemon if she can’t pull off an elizabeth stamatina fey.
i predict it’s gonna suck though, unless somehow whatever force responsible for mccrat’s comparative (purely) comedy trouncing of the skin whore is allowed temporary influence with satan’s lipstick’d dumbass dog.