So apparently tonight on SNL, Megan Fox was totally horrible. My wife and I sat at home, reading early reviews online around 9:30 PM on the west coast. Still two hours before Saturday Night Live would be re-broadcast as a live telecast (even though it says, “recorded from an earlier live broadcast” during the opening title sequence) on our televisions. Yes, I know I can get satellite and if I have the proper service, I can see east coast shows live. Yes I also know that when I watch any of the cable news network’s like MSNBC, CNN, and CNBC that these are running a fluid stream of information so most of that is the same as in New York. But this has always been one of my biggest problems with living on the west coast; that so much of what happens live and in exciting fashion on one side of the nation is re-booted up in a tepid and watered down version here.
In 2007 my wife and I lived in Los Angeles for the New Years Eve ball drop. We sat bleary eyed and exhausted with two of our friends; waiting for that damn thing to happen. Maybe I had just gotten too old for this kind of thing anymore, I thought.
“Yeay, only a few more minutes,” one of our friends perked up. “It’s not live,” I grumbled. I’d realized it only a few days before; of course they wouldn’t broadcast the New Years Ball at 9PM west coast time, that’s not our New Year! We also already knew that the party we were “watching” around midnight our time was already long gone and petering away into street sweepers and cops arresting drunken revelers who couldn’t pick themselves up of their own recognizance. This was driven home when our friend’s brother called who lives in the City; he was drunk himself and wanted to wish us well. It was only 9:30; why was he calling us now?
More of the same on SNL tonight. We were watching the atrocious Megan Fox stumble her way around the stage; a girl trying to arrive to a level of maturity which far outstripped her tender years; when new reports began to surface. Apparently Jenny Slate, one of the new featured cast members had dropped the F-Bomb during a skit. I saw a video link and was immediately sad; “they’re going to edit this out, aren’t they?” My wife gave a vacant stare across the room and I hoped against hope that we might get to enjoy what really happened. The skit in question came and went and no curse words. I clicked on the video clip and watched the fifteen or so seconds and sure enough, she did swear.
How exciting. What a waste.