oprah favorite thing reactions. the most insane thing.
and even MORE insane when you catch them on the rerun at 12:30am on wino friday (i guess technically wino saturday)
seriously though. oprah could come up to me right now and be like “here’s a million dollars, and also your own show, and also will arnett to be on your show (and bone afterward)” and even THEN i couldn’t ramp up this level of unbridled joy.
i’ll certainly give it a shot, though, oprah, if you’re interested in taking me up on that offer. i’ll act really surprised, too, like it was all your idea. thanks, girl.
(the really weird thing is that not three weeks ago i wrote a sketch about my little news anchor hosting an oprah type show based on the AWW STRAIL YAHHH episode, complete with freakouts not unlike this. guess i got the reactions down.)
When Jeppe and Jasper of Junior Senior split up, it was a dark time for lovers of shameless Swedish pop music. While Jeppe embarked on a solo career that consisted of a couple of solid singles (but was otherwise a flash in the pan, and that’s a shame because the singles were pretty good), it took a while for Jasper to find his place in a world where he no longer shaking his coconuts, so to speak.
Enter Make Out - Jasper’s answer to Jeppe’s solo career. If you’re a fan of the Teddybears, you’ll definitely appreciate what Make Out is trying to accomplish, although it falls a little short of both Jeppe’s solo work and Junior Senior. My prediction: you’ll get sick of this track when it’s featured in a Nissan commercial next summer.
i’ve decided not to do nanowrimo this year. i’ve won the last three and participated six out of the last eight years. it’s been fun and i’ve enjoyed it, but i just didn’t have the motivation this year.
for one thing, the problem with writing 50,000 words is that when you are shooting for word count your writing tends to be pretty terrible. each time i have won i have eventually gone back through the first draft looking for salvageable material and have not found much. this year, when i decided to try the “start writing at midnight and see what happens” plan, twice during that first day i wrote about 1500 words on different plots, and both times i was nearly brought to nausea by how terrible it was. i forget how nanowrimo writing is for me. every cliche jammed in, every spare word i can, paragraphs upon paragraphs without meaning.
and i can’t do that anymore. i just can’t write stuff for no reason. what good are 50,000 words if they are forever chained in a password-protected word doc, never to see the light of day? theoretically, if one wants to be a writer, one must eventually bring these things out into the open for the world to see. and that’s not the place to start.
discouraged by my two attempts of writing absolute shit (and of course i think everything i write is no good, but this was so bad it was beyond depressing), i sat down and started writing a script for a sketch that i’d had in mind for awhile featuring my news anchor character from years ago. my recent combination of depression and heavy cynicism (ok, this is pretty much always my combination, but it’s been worse of late) had me wondering if i could even find comedy funny again, as the only things i’d truly laughed at lately were all in dramas and fairly dark.
but this worked well. i was inspired. and i made myself laugh while writing, which hasn’t happened in a long time. i’m not saying it’s not dark, bordering on surrealist stuff, because it’s me and of course it is. but it feels good to be in that place. it’s comfortable to inhabit it again. i feel about this character in particular, my beloved sheila northway, that she deserved better than what i gave her, because so much of what i used to write for her (including my first winning nanowrimo novel in 2007) was just filled with the pain and angst i was feeling and the troubles i was suffering through at the time. she was a personal catharsis when she really just should have been a funny little news anchor, obsessed with her hair and her regional emmys.
and so i am trying to do her right.
my plan is to write thirty comedy sketches in thirty days. each focusing on said character, struggling after her network has cut the entire news department (and thus thrust her into unemployment). the main theme of it is dreams or alcohol-fueled hallucinations about alternative employment. in between, she has long conversations with a stuffed animal, has run-ins with some former colleagues and important people in her life, and tries to navigate a world where the local reaction to her has shifted from awe to pity.
she has always been my means to critique my two favorite things to critique: local news and minnesota/the midwest in general. and there’s so much to critique. and more every day. i haven’t even been able to WATCH the news lately because it’s so awful. and vikings schadenfreude fest ‘10 (aka best season ever) only serves to remind how embarrassing minnesotans truly are.
needless to say, there’s a lot of ground to cover. and thirty days to do it. i wrote two more sketches today and there’s much more to come.
i feel good about it, though, for once. i was more in the zone than i’ve been in years monday night. right where i need to be.