For a long time, I had difficulty understanding how the Saturday Evening Post could come out on Friday. I never figured it out.
Add to that the troubling thought that Saturday Night Live comes out on Thursday, too. Sigh.
And now I am weighted down with the vision of Sarah Palin's guest shot on a show where one of the skits featured a guy shooting ping pong balls out of his butt. She didn’t need to go anywhere near there. Seriously.
I didn’t think SNL was funny, except for Tina Fey’s brief riff on Palin. Nor did I think Palin was funny. And I’m positive she did not need to risk eternal hellfire and damnation by sharing the stage with such tasteless, juvenile humor. Seriously.
She does that quite well enough with her own teleprompters. Seriously.