Guys! I totally forgot it was a holiday weekend, and then I remembered and ascended to a higher plane of consciousness out of sheer joy. THREE-DAY WEEKEND. LET’S DANCE.
(Sorry for gloating if you don’t have a three-day weekend. Also this means there won’t be any posts on Monday, because I will be asleep.)
In case anyone didn’t notice, Grantland has been running a weeklong retrospective on Saturday Night Live turning 40 all week, and it’s very good stuff! I recommend at least reading “The Glue” by Bryan Curtis, about my all-time favorite human Phil Hartman, but there are tons of other fantastic and in-depth glimpses behind the scenes about just about every angle of the show that you could think of. Of particular interest are the spotlights they shine on the unseen filmmakers and writers that contributed so much to the show’s cultural stamp.
Seriously, it’s very extensive–like 20 meaty essays chock full of quotes, interviews and firsthand accounts, plus podcasts. In other words, plenty of grist to get you through this pre-holiday-weekend charade of a workday.
BONUS DISCUSSION: part of the feature was a weeklong bracket-style vote to determine the best cast member of all time. I won’t spoil who won (hint: his name rhymes with Phil Warrell), but surely you have a strong opinion on the matter that you want to share with the rest of the class, yes?
This has been a season of moving for a lot of monsters around here, so let me offer up two really great housing options in two ridiculously expensive cities.
Do you remember when you were young and you backpacked through Europe (if you were so lucky) and stayed at a bunch of random hostels? Well now you can live that life in New York City! Hooray! You can have 21 roommates and basically nowhere to walk or even store any stuff.
This is your bedroom!
I don’t mean to alarm you, but as soon as we break free from the shackles of our cubicles today it’s going to be Labor Day Weekend (We all work in cubicles, right? It’s not just me?). The pools are closing and the kids are back in school, learning how to do just well enough on standardized tests that nobody gets fired while they doodle all over their Trapper Keepers. I don’t know about you, but at this time of year I always get nostalgic for the back-to-school season (for about five seconds before I remember how completely terrible it was to be a teenager). In honor of this, I thought it would be fun to share some memories, specifically: what was the one album that got you through the hormonal angst nightmare of adolescence?
Trunk hugs! Rolling on the ground! Playing with your giant ribbon! What more could anyone want in life?
Wondering what’s in the stars for you this weekend? Wonder no more, because here I am with this weekend’s Flanoscopes. They’re like horoscopes, but they are not members of the newspaper column union.
Aries: March 21-April 19
Hello, you sweet goofball. Who looks great this weekend? You do. Who brings joy to all those around them? You do. Who run the world? You do. Who run the United States of America? Barack Obama. Who run the Dairy Queen down the street? Brett Roberts.
If there is a more effective step-by-step illustration of the bean-to-fart process, I’d like to see it.
(Via Laughing Squid)