A Note On Late Night Tumblspotting
One of the things I like to do when I suddenly realize I’m still awake at 1:30 in the morning (besides flipping over to E! to make sure I’m not missing a new installment of Kim Kardashian’s chesty misadventures in semifame—will that krazy sister of hers ever learn that running a boutique that sells super-cute klothes takes hard work? [audible sigh]) is write a pointless tumblspot recognizing that I’m up late for no good reason half-watching terrible television shows. This usually makes me sad enough to fall asleep and have fun dreams like the one I had last night, where I was pitching a sitcom idea to NBC’s Ben Silverman, whose face was covered in a swarm of distracting gnats. (He didn’t buy it, but agreed that we should “keep talking.”)
Holy shit, the Carson Daly show just came on! There’s no way I can go to bed until I see what CNBC personality Dylan Ratigan needs to tell the nation’s insomniacs. What can I say? That opening cartoon credit sequence where a a bag of golf clubs rides shotgun in Daly’s convertible gets me every damn time.