NBC rebroadcasts Late Night at 3:30 am, so during the years when I was up at odd intervals during the night with various children and beasts in need of godforsaken wee hours mothering, I got to know and love Conan O’Brien.
Dave’s been on my nerves for a few years now, but I loved the “great moments in presidential speeches” bit that he did throughout Dubya’s eternal time in office, so I generally tuned in at least until that point. Now that my man Barack has taken over the reigns, especially during this honeymoon period, there is less funnymaking going on among democratic television personalities, and Dave has yet to come up with a bit that I find as engaging as those speeches.
So I was looking forward to this week, when Conan made his big move to the Tonight Show. So far, it’s been... eh. He’s got to get comfy, find his groove, settle in. He’ll be great.
Ironically, just last night I was awakened during the godforsakenweehours by my girl, which delighted my dog so much that she stole the toilet paper from the bathroom and took it outside for immediate burial. (What? She was expressing herself!) At any rate, I was up for a little while, and happened upon the rebroadcast of the Late Show, with Jimmy Fallon.
What a cutie! He had some very funny stuff featuring Barack, no insults bared whatsoever. And the best part is that he had good hair!
Do they look in the mirror and think “yeah, this is the look I’m going for!” and their stylists concur?! It’s baffling.
Dave’s hair is weird enough
Jay’s was no day at the beach
There are no words
But what on this earth is inspiring that monstrosity atop sweet Conan’s cranium?
Is it Mary?Is he a bird man?