Well, sorta. We’re pretty sure that Anthony Weiner and Marc Weiner are different people, but if Tony is half as creepy and unsettling as Marc, then he’s definitely guilty of a sending a cross-country junk text.
HOW DID THIS NOT GIVE EVERYONE EVER NIGHTMARES?
Still hard to believe that Weinerville was a show that aired on Nickelodeon afternoons and not, in fact, an orgy-filled porn.
Filed under It's gross., Nicktoons, Weigh-in
Well, now Jimmy Fallon has done it all. His greatest feat was not a dead-on parody of the Real Housewives, or Late Night‘s own version of Rockapella, or even his engineering of the California Dreams reunion. Nope. Fallon’s biggest coup to date is presenting a musical performance that would fascinate both us and our dad. And with this performance of “Party in the USA,” with Fallon in the guise of Neil Young and joined by Young’s sometimes bandmates David Crosby and Graham Nash, Jimmy accomplishes just that. Crobsy, (Stills,) Nash, & Young is perhaps our dad’s favorite musical group of all time; certainly Crosby is the singer whose mustache our father would most try to emulate if he were a folk rock luminary. And, as for us, we never tire of Fallon’s remarkable, often stunning, impressions. Not when he was on SNL, and not now. At this point Jimmy probably sounds more like Neil Young than Neil Young does. So, Late Night, thank you for brining a father and son together (in front of a computer screen, not saying a word to one another).
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And, in case you were curious, here’s an abridged version of said venn diagram.
Last fall the brilliant ladies at Broad City blew our minds with “Do the Right Thing,” their Spike Lee tribute first season finale. Those beautiful four and a half minutes set the bar pretty much impossibly high. But, not surprisingly, stars Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson found a way to rise to the occasion, delivering a pitch perfect love letter to New York City, complete with a couple delicious cameos from some familiar faces (not to mention a cameo from a delicious treat). It’s truly poetry, and comedy, in motion.
We don’t know how they’ll top this, but we’re certain that they will.
How about this? We’ll give you $50 and Taboo vanishes forever? $30 and will.i.am only appears on one episode of the next American Idol? Okay, $25 and ap.le.de.ap disappears for a good six months. Final offer.
Our Redemption Island journey came to an end Sunday night, and while the home stretch of the season had been rather uneventful and predictable, if economical, we still had the chance for fireworks in the last two hours. Would Rob complete what was unquestionably one of – if not the – definitive Survivor performances, winning it all in his fourth attempt? Or, perhaps, would Matt fulfill his destiny and return from Redemption Island to become the Sole Survivor (if that was God’s will)? Or would Mike, the lone remaining member of Zapatera, the double threat of soldier and Jesus lover, reenter the game and lockup votes from his former teammates? Or would Grant, the remarkable physical specimen, go undefeated down the stretch, the jury rewarding his unparalleled athletic prowess with a million dollars. Or, finally, would Andrea prove victorious in the final Redemption Island duel and surprise us all by going all the way to the end? Well, there’s no way that could happen, right?
Wrong! But could anyone possibly stand in the way of Boston Rob???
We sincerely apologize for the absence of Redemption Island recaps the last month; Gawker.TV ceased publishing weekly recaps and our day job has been monopolizing our time. But, with the finale airing tonight night, we felt it was our responsibility (and our pleasure) to give some thoughts on what’s transpired since our last recap and what is still to come.
Before we delve into the eliminations, duels, blindsides and bonehead moves of the past month, it’s come to our attention that we’ve been going easy on Matt and his love of Jesus. So, to right that wrong, we’re going to go ahead and dedicate the first part this post to Matt and his savior.
“Are you there, God? It’s me, Matt. Why have you abandoned me?”
“Because, Matt, I don’t care about reality television. I’m the almighty creator, and I have infinitely more important things to do than interfere with or preordain some reality show competition. And if I were to get involved with any of these shows, it wouldn’t be Survivor, hands down it’d be Top Chef, because a) I fancy myself as a bit of a foodie and b) have you seen the rack on Padma? One of my finest creations.”
“Oh, so that one set of footprints. That wasn’t you carrying me on your back?”
“Nope, no way. All you, buddy.”
“Shit.”
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Filed under Count Bleh, Parting Shot
A few months back we were drawn into MTV’s Teen Mom 2 for a number of reasons. There was Kailyn, the Target employee who was living in her baby daddy’s parent’s basement. There was Leah and her fiance Corey, who must endure a physical malady affecting of one their adorable twin daughters. And there was Chelsea, the Teen Mom who kicked her loyal best friend out of the house in favor of her toolbag boyfriend, who, in fact, may not own a shirt.
But what truly caught our attention was Teen Mom Jenelle, and more specifically her explosive, expletive-laden relationship with her mother Barbara. And we couldn’t stop thinking to ourselves “Who does Barbara remind us of?” And finally it came to us. The answer, we’re pleased to announce, is Megan Mullally’s Lydia in Party Down. See?
Riiiiight?
Go ahead. Compare and contrast.
Jumped The Snark 
