Catching up with Brett, Conan and Haiti

Though I haven’t been blogging, I’ve been watching, observing what’s been going on, and thinking about it. Here a few thoughts on recent and current topics.

Those who blame Brett Favre for the Viking’s loss to the Saints are out of their minds. Let’s face it, if his teammates hadn’t put the ball on the ground with mind-numbing regularity, there would have been no need to throw the ball in the late stages of the game and, thus, no interception. The Viking’s season, with their signing of Favre, was indeed a big gamble and it would have paid off if the rest of the team hadn’t succumbed to big-game pressure. As far as I’m concerned, Favre was the NFL’s MVP this year. I hate to think of where the Vikes would’ve finished without him.

As for Coco, he got a royal screwing, as did the 50 and under viewing public. Well, fellow young people, we still have Jimmy Kimmel, for the time being at least. It’s not that I don’t appreciate Letterman and Leno. I do. In fact, I recently submitted a Fun Fact to Dave which, understandably, was ignored. Here it is:

While Greek Mathematician Archimedes was the first to prove the value of pi around 240 BC, the first person to top it with ice cream was Pennsylvanian Al Lamode.

But, let’s face it, L & L are getting old as are their jokes and senses of humor. Contrarily, Conan is fresh. Different. New. YOUNG!

As for the Idahoan Baby Stealers, the so-called “New Life Children's Refuge,” yes, they belong in jail for committing yet one more atrocity in the name of religion. The world has to be protected from these people just as they have to be protected from terrorists and radicals of every religious persuasion. I’m reminded of something that happened in my home town of Dover, NJ, long ago when I was a kid. A local girl was suffering from cancer. There was a jar in the luncheonette where we hung out in which patrons dropped contributions that were to go toward the girl’s medical expenses. Unfortunately, while many of us looked at the ever-swelling wad of donations with pride, one miserable and worthless drug user viewed it as easy pickings and one day, when all backs were turned, he snatched the jar off the counter and took off with it. Taking advantage of someone else’s misery – that’s what’s going on here.

How Do I Love Me?

Zac Efron’s been making the rounds promoting his latest movie “17 Again.”

Knowing that talk-show hosts are briefed on the direction their guests expect the conversation to go and the questions they’re prepared to answer, one has to wonder about the High School Musical star's desire to present insight into the manner little girls scream at him as he presents himself to them at different locale’s around the world. His imitation of the Japanese teeny bopper scream is precious.

Somewhere in this world, at this exact moment, a monkey is on life support. Maybe, it’s family would consider donating its brain to Zac for a transplant. We can only hope that afterward he would be prepared to discuss something a little more significant, like bananas.

No Emmy for Emmies

Are the writers still on strike? I mean, from beginning to end, that was the worst Emmy Awards Show ever.

If you were looking for a flat opening, you couldn’t possibly have generated less excitement than you did by playing the Oprah card? Along with the 5 reality show hosts, the show was quickly relegated to the basement of the all-time award show standings, just behind Letterman’s fabled Oscar catastrophe. Not even Heidi Klum’s klumsy strip down could derail this train wreck

Of course, Oprah’s appearance was a subtle endorsement of Barack Obama. Sublety seemed to be the dictated policy. Otherwise, everybody would have wasted the uncaring public’s valuable time plugging their favorite African American savior. Laura Linney was bursting with pride when she referred to our founding fathers as “community organizers.” I like the kid, but when it comes to politics, she’s in a league with Lindsey Lohan.

Among other moments that didn’t thrill me, was the presentation of best comedy show to “30 Rock” by Betty White and Cat Woman. I also discovered sadly that Tommy Smothers isn’t funny any more.

As far as the winners go, I have no arguments there. I don’t get the cable channels. Having grown up with free tv, I just can’t see paying $60 a month. I amuse myself with the basic networks. If I want to see a show like the Sopranos, I get it on DVD. In fact, I just added season 2 of Dexter to my Netflix Queue.