In network television’s ongoing effort to be “with it” and “cutting edge” and “ethernet,” CBS has acquired the rights to the “Sh*t My Dad Says” Twitter account minutes after executives were informed that Twitter is not just a trendy black guy:
CBS has picked up a comedy project based on the Twitter account, which has enlisted more than 700,000 followers since launching in August and has made its creator, Justin Halpern, an Internet star.
Will & Grace creators David Kohan and Max Mutchnick are on board to executive produce and supervise the writing for the multicamera family comedy, which Halpern will co-pen with Patrick Schumacker.
And what will CBS be calling this “Swearword My Dad Says” show? Here’s some suggestions (feel free to leave your own in the comments):
Stuff My Dad Says
Hooey My Dad Says
My Dad Says
Two And A Half Dads
Dads!
SMDS
SMDS: Miami
The Things My Dad Says Are Different Than The Things I Say!
Last night’s Mad Men season finale took an old timey frying pan filled to the brim with hobo grease and promise, and, like a frightened horse hoof to the face, slammed it upside America’s collective heads. On the scale of “Epic Finales”, this was one flash forward death sequence away from being as good as our all time fave,Six Feet Under. So much happened in so little time. The payoff for sticking around after the first few slow episodes of the season was better than we would ever imagine it to be. So, without further ado, let us recap just what, exactly, happened.
To begin with, any episode that opens with a close-up of Don Draper sleeping has nothing but promise. Even his morning, mucusy, lung like a hoarse cough can’t ruin the fantasy. Oh, sorry, we meant that it can ruin the fantasy. Get that checked out, Don.
Don meets with Connie Hilton, who has come a long way since his days back in the majors. The news breaks: Hilton tells Draper that McCann Erickson, real life advertising firm, is set to purchase Putnam Powell and Lowe in the new year. While Connie tries to convince him that this might be a good thing for the sought after Draper, Don contests: “Bullshit. It’s a sausage factory.” And while we know he means this kind of Sweeney Todd style sausage factory, we can’t help but think a sausage factory is the perfect place for a lothario like Don. Then, whatever bridge existed between Connie and Don is set aflame, and their friendship, if you can call it that, ends with a handshake.
Then, the camera cuts to some DVD extras from There Will Be Blood. Oh… wait, no, this is Don’s — Dick’s — childhood again. Seems Papa Whitman is holding out on the other farmers, wanting to wait to sell his crop until the prices are back up. And kudos to the costume department for creating the most hillbilly looking people to ever be on television. If there was an Emmy Award for “Most Convincing Bindle”, believe us, Mad Men would take the jug cake.
Don tells Bert Cooper about the buyout. Here is an exclusive look at Cooper’s reaction:
Indeed, the Titanic script would come in handy. Only that whole “never let go” advice would have been lost on Don. He wants to buy McCann out. And for the first time ever, we see some real ~emotion~ coming out of Draper! He’s mad as hell, and he’s not going to take it anymore! He’s TAKING CHARGE. And there’s only one person who’s going to be by his side on this matter.
Roger Sterling.
Oh, sure, he’s coquettish at first. But Roger’s got the Lucky Strike account that’s keeping them afloat. Bert tells Roger to get on board. Don locks him into his steely-eyed tractor beam. And it seems these two are back in business.
Allow me to break down that sentence, in case any of my theater major brethren out there still have delusions of grandeur about where “theater” ranks on the totem pole of legitimate American art forms.
Ashlee Simpson:
Is NOT good enough to play a limited side-role in remake of camp 90′s prime time soap opera airing on television’s fifth network.
IS good enough to play the lead role in a revival of a Tony Award winning musical both in New Yorkand in London, the two most prominent cities for theater in the world. She likely receives rave reviews from a theater community with such low expectations for her talent and so constantly desperate to make ends meet, they can’t bear to endanger the “tourists have heard of it” cash-cow that is Chicago.
Long story short — I think I burned my theater degree a couple years ago, but I’m gonna try to track down the ashes and pee on them.
Last night, we got our last little nugget of joy charity from this season of The Real Housewives of Atlanta, as part 2 of the Reunion aired on Bravo. The hour offered many a chuckle, mainly stemming from Dwight and his Angry Inches (penile implants… tre tre tre declasse).
But host/Bravo Exec Andy Cohen isn’t stupid. Because anyone with half a brain would realize what America really wants: Kim Zolciak sing her hit song “Don’t Be Tardy For The Party.” Spoiler alert: It’s the best f**king thing you will ever see and/or hear. When the aliens come for us, show them this. They will flee our planet within a handful of nanomoklars (interplanetary seconds).
We’re surprised her wig didn’t flee the scene. But kudos to Kim for having the balls to get up there and do it! You know she knows she ain’t good.
Here are your National Champion New York Yankees, all suited up for yesterday’s taping of Late Show with David Letterman. Only, they’ve ditched the pinstriped for sharkskin. And we know it’s trite and common to talk about how hot Derek Jeter is…
But camman. He is. To die for. And if you missed the actual interview (which we’ve posted ahead), your love for him will only grow deeper and more complicated, because he’s also funny. We had the pleasure of (name drop!) meeting him once, and even though his pants were belted a little too high, and his fade had sort of grown out, he was nothing short of the most charming, handsome man we have ever touched. It goes without saying we have still not washed our collective hands.
Ahead, photos of our other favorite Yankee, Andy Pettitte, along with Hideki Matsui, along with video footage of our beloved Yankees and Big Bird.
This one is wayyyy too easy. But if you had hoped that this guy was an ugly dork in high school, bad news: He was hotter. Answer after the jump, for those of you who just want to gaze upon a perfect creature in his current day glory.
It’s become something of a morning ritual to watch the 4th hour of The Today Show, otherwise known as The Kathie Lee and Hoda Hour. This can become something of a problem when I find myself hungover, as I did this morning, and Kathie Lee decides to air one of her notorious “Everyone Has a Story” segments. Why, you ask? Simple. Because the “Everyone Has a Story” segments can cause spontaneous barfing in a fairly sober person. Add a hangover into that mix, and what you’ve got, my friends, is trouble.
And so was the case this morning, as I found my head in a vice made out of bad musical theater and dreaded inspiration lyrics. We plead with you to watch the following song — which, as you probably know, was co-written by Kathie Lee herself — only do so while banging your head with a meat tenderizer.
But the absolute best part about the following clip are the reaction shots. First, you get Hoda, side-glancing the camera Michael Scott style while Kathie is rocking back and forth loving every second of her genius. You’ll want to cut to the 2 minute mark for that one. And make SURE to watch out for this kid, who sums up my reaction PERFECTLY with this face:
A better face we have never seen. See if you can make it through the entire 3 and a half minutes. You’ll definitely need 3 shots of whiskey to make it happen, but try.
Sesame Street just celebrated their 40th Anniversary, and now, in the same week, the city of Pittsburgh unveiled this bronze statue of Mr. Rogers, officially making this the most nostalgic week of childhood nostalgia that ever nostalgia’d.
Tomorrow, the show Fraggle Rock is receiving the Nobel Peace Prize, and Muppet Babies is just being given a billion dollars (not the show, the actual Muppet Babies).
Time to party like we’re 4 again! Juice boxes and cheating at freeze tag for all!
It’s been a solid month for distinctive-voiced ironic celebrities reading stuff on the internet, with Christopher Walken’s“Poker Face” taking the ‘net by a couple minutes of everyone’s attention storm, and last night, the Tonight Show gave Levi Johnston’s legendary Tweets the poetic treatment they deserve with a coffeehouse-style beat performance by the master of all things anything, William Shatner.
Hard to argue with his point about fat kids, though:
The Real Housewives of Atlanta might be the best cast of the entire franchise. Sure, they’re not the richest, or the snobbiest, or the most shrill or annoying, but my GOD are they the most hilarious.
But they are not without their faults. Specifically, Sheree Whitfield, who is one of the most simultaneously cocky and awkward people we have ever witnessed. You can almost see the word abacus clacking in her brain as she tries to form a sentence between her overlapping eyes. But that slowness of mindgears has not effected her own self-esteem, which is in the nosebleed section of ego stadium. (It’s high.) This combination of stupidity and cockiness make her our least favorite Atlanta Housewife for a mile. And today we learn: We’re not alone.
That’s because Sheree’s ex-husband, Retired NFL player Bob Whitfiled, really hates her. Sorry… REALLY2hates her. Why? Well, for God’s sake, she talks ish about him all day long and still has the nerve to use his last name. While on a call-in to the Nigel and Marco Show, Bob compares his ex to Frankenstein in the most hilarious plastic surgery analogy we’ve ever heard:
Quit trying to trash me and then use my damn last name. I’m feeling like I’m the mad scientist and I created Frankenstein. She didn’t have that nose; I put that nose on her! She didn’t have them breasts, I put them breasts on her. I put some electricity on that ass and now she’s sparked up and tearing up the got damn laboratory. What the f*ck? Sit down somewhere and calm it down. You forget who made you girl!
You can listen to it here. And if you’re a young actor looking for your next dramatic monologue, no need to thank us/him.