It made the whole evening worthwhile ... *Not*!

I'm not a real doofus, but I play one at a national laboratory. (
Mon, 18 Nov 1996 22:48:55 -0600

I was a fan of Saturday Night Live, for a while there anyway. Well after the
"Jane, you ignorant slut" years, but before the "Janeway, you ignorant slut"
years. I really enjoyed the Carvey, Hartman, Schneider material. The others
were mostly forgettable, except for the annoying David Duke look-alike, and the
excruciating Operaman. Regarding Adam Sandler, David Brinkley said it best on
Election/Emmy night -- "Boring ... hasn't got a creative bone in his body."

SNL has fallen on hard (translation: pathetically unfunny) times of late. If I
do venture their way, it's generally only to catch the musical guest. This
weekend was Fiona Apple, well worth risking a few seconds of accidental exposure
to the cheerleading duo while flipping between the post mortem on Da Bares, the
Sheen flick Navy SEALs, MAD TV (a lesser disappointment), a couple of ca. 1950
B&Ws, WTTW's Image Union. Enough to occupy my simple mind for an hour.

And then it happened. I could only stand to watch it for about 30 seconds. I
immediately regretted not having the VCR going at the time, but who knew? There
was Robert Downey, Jr. (I think -- I'm not familiar with either him or SNL's
current cast), and a gang of guys doing a lame West Side Story send-up. The big
gag was that this member has these strange interludes -- singing soliloquys, and
the rest of the gang thinks that's odd. The first one comes up. He steps
forward a bit. A blue spot isolates him. And he sings ... I'm a *CobraBoy*!

I almost fell on the floor. I couldn't concentrate on the words after that, so
I don't know what else he said.

Ah, well, I guess you had to be there.