So, yesterday late afternoon, I get a politics email from NYT (yeah, I can't *not* mention it) with a bunch of campaign coverage. The third headline is something like, "Huckabee funny on Colbert Report."
Me: huh? *blink*
I reread, then click on the video link. My mouth slowly falls open as I watch Colbert interviewing Huckabee via satellite, and they are talking about the Iowa caucus. Meaning: this is a new episode!
Me: No way. I'd have heard.
Off I go to Comedy Central, and sure enough, there are clips from both the Colbert Report and The Daily Show labeled January 7th, 8th, and 9th, 2008.
Me: But... the strike.. the writers... huh?
I watch several clips to find clues. And what does Colbert reveal?
Will Smith is a Scientologist now!?!?!! And of course, with that news, all fears about the WGA strike are wiped from my consciousness. Not Will! Noooo. He can't be crazy! My favorite actor/hunk of sweaty man-flesh canNOT be falling for the insidious evil of Scientology!
When I got to work this morning, I investigated (before doing any, you know, actual work). It isn't as horrible as Colbert made it seem. That article I linked above quotes Smith as saying, no he's not a Scientologist, but he's studied it with Tom and it's 98% like the Bible. It isn't evil or bad, it's pretty cool. But he's still on God's side. Ok, he isn't crazy, he's just not that smart. Would I rather him be crazy or smart? I haven't decided.
BACK TO THE STEWART/COLBERT DRAMA. They are indeed back on the air, without writers. :( Much sadness.
( In a joint statement, Stewart and Colbert said: )In completely unrelated news: apparently, a meteor is on it's way to Earth and we'll all die. At least, according to some visionary who called the Physics Department yesterday. So we can contact Bruce Willis, I assume. No, really.
And I had a long nightmare about a serial killer who was murdering people in this 25 story snazzy hotel. He used a brilliantly polished silver hook to tear their throats out. I think he worked there. I don't know if I worked there or was a guest. The weird thing is that it wasn't *really* a nightmare. I never woke up in a panic. I only say nightmare, because, uh, it should've been. Once, I interrupted him and the hook slammed up through his victims head and the point poked the victim's eyeball out from the inside. The killer fled and that's how I figured out what the weapon was. It was there. Shining and pretty.