learned:
* booty would solve my holiday blues...
* Dance of the Snowflakes: I just realized this skit was dumb...
* Three Wise Guys: that isn't how it happened? also, how does this recounting square with the universe being a hologram?
* Kings of Leon: hold up, I guess I got the wrong impression here, I always thought this band oozed sexual energy and women the world over would offer their soaked panties to them whenever. what we got was more subdued---good, but subdued--with a lead singer in a pink sweater.
* Weekend Update: will Stefon be there on Seth's last day?...
* yes, I'd enjoy watching Phylicia Rashad sleep...
* Shallon is a tragic figure for me, she's the one who is too cool for her own good. she sees the world so clearly, but will end up a premature death from slipping on a banana peel or something.
* are the Last Call skits supposed to be disgusting? I find them hot. I relate to them. that's me on screen.
* speaking of subdued, the audience was subdued all night, not much for John Goodman, and surprisingly the Sex Kings of Leon got more of a polite clap than a female roar of rapture. holiday blues? they only started to pick up with the Last Call skit, but that's just 'cause they were drunk...
NOTES FROM MY NETHER / only the finest programs of television / your host this evening is early and wears no robe, 83optics on youtube but you know him better as THE LATE PHOENIX / come and mull over the monastery mulled wine, see what's on / N O T E S
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