EPISODE NUMBER: 6018 (February 2, 2010)
GUESTS: Henry Allen, Eliot Spitzer
SEGMENTS: The WØRD: Congnoscor Ergo Sum
VIDEOS: Tuesday, February 2, 2010
There’s something about cringeworthy humor that I just can’t get enough of. It’s like eating a Sour Patch Kid – you make that ooky face, but oh man is it good. It’s the same thing when the grapics department shows pictures of Stephen breastfeeding. Now, we’ve seen Stephen bust out the disturbing breast pump, so we know he’s not above a nip slip for some off-the-wall humor. But he’s had an odd fixation with his own mammaries lately.
I found tonight’s WØRD quite ironic, actually. As far as Stephen goes, he’s actually relatively private. The paparazzi don’t chase him around, and he’s not one to showboat when he’s off camera. He’s a happily married man, loves his family, goes to church and keeps to himself when he’s not on the air. It’s one of the things that the fans I know admire about him – off camera, in his private life, he’s just really a good man.
And I’m pretty sure one of the most brilliant segues I’ve ever seen on the show was transitioning from the Blippy/crappy/knowy WØRD to talking about the reclusive J.D. Salinger. Very nice. Henry Allen definitely entertained me – he was almost an over-the-top caricature of what I would imagine a literary critic to be, with the bushy beard and the red bowtie. Delightful! And Stephen got in quite a few zingers in with Eliot Spitzer that made the interview an interesting study in redemption after scandal.
What did you all enjoy most about the episode today?
- Turns out, most people were angry about it. Mostly the Grammy people.
- I should not have fed baby food to my Grammy. It’s only one day old. At that age, she should still be breastfeeding. I dread when she starts teething.
- Congnoscor Ergo Sum – I am known, therefore I am.
- In heaven, everyone’s a celebrity. [Hell Is a VH-1 Reality Show]
- [What’s MySpace?]
- And the posts, or um, blips? Bleeps? Bleups?
- This is more exciting than going through old receipts. It’s like going through new receipts. [Cutting Edge Of Boring]
- And we know that you’re more than just a collection of purchases. You also have sex. [Sometimes With Your Purchases]
- I’m sorry, but I’ve eaten green eggs and ham in more places than that. If you know what I mean.
- Surely we can be more invasive than that – how about a site that tweets when you crap? [creepy]
- Better yet, folks, we can combine them all into one site called “knowny” which records every interaction, every movement of every person on earth and posts them online like a storm of random data points that shouts out to the blind, indifferent universe, “WE EXIST! WE EXIST! PLEASE LET THIS MEAN SOMETHING!”
- I’m sorry, but I’m calling bulls**t on this Salinger guy. Maybe he was a recluse because of his principles, or maybe he was just boring. And I bet he didn’t have a killer set of abs. And if he did, he probably named them Phoebe.
- I say, why not Sergent Salinger. Mmm … this chicken is so sad.
- Would Holden have been tweeting today?