The Coneheads sketches that aired in the first years of Saturday Night Live were classic. Dan Aykroyd, Jane Curtin and Laraine Newman played a family that only wanted to fit into the suburbs ... notwithstanding the fact they were aliens.
Somehow, I did not know that there were plans, or at least hopes, to turn the Coneheads into a series in its own right. Rankin Bass produced the pilot below in 1983, and when it didn't find a buyer, it went to air as a special.
That was not the end of the Coneheads, of course; a decade later, Aykroyd and Curtin reprised their roles, with Newman playing another part, in a feature film. It bombed, however, which is a pity for those who like things in mass quantities.
'I got in an elevator, and there was a guy who was also auditioning, and I thought: “That guy brought a lot of props. I didn’t bring anything.” And he was looking at me, going, “That guy didn’t have to bring any props.” We were just sizing each other up in the elevator. And that was Andy Samberg.'
While we were walking back to the subway from the Brooklyn Flea on Saturday, I saw this posted on a utility pole. It made me laugh ... and you should, too, if you're familiar with Bill Hader's SNL character. (It reads even funnier if you say it out loud, in character.)
Stefon, the Saturday Night Live character created by Bill Hader and writer John Mulaney, is always a hoot to watch. That's in part because Hader rarely gets through one of the Weekend Update appearances, in which he purportedly talks about the best places to go, none of them particularly family-friendly, without cracking up. That, as it turns out, is because Mulaney changes the cue cards at the last moment, so that Hader is invariably reading some of the punch lines for the first time.
Another reason is surely the club names, including edgier ones like "... Kevin?"
I found a copy of a DVD of Saturday Night Live commercial parodies in a discount bin. At $2.99, how could I not? I had seen the Will Ferrell-hosted special before, and have seen some of the spots many, many times over the years (including the John Belushi Olympics-themed one below). This evening, Nick and I both howled while watching some of them; I remember when cable was a novelty and staying up to watch SNL was a thrill. Small wonder, then, to hear him laugh so hard at the same stuff.
Lonely Island recently posted this 2008 piece - a Digital Short for Saturday Night Live - on their YouTube channel. Rude boys in the shanty-dorms, indeed. (I've met this kid over the years, in several incarnations and both genders, with varying degrees of emphasis on the Rasta bit.)
Bill Hader is not known (like, say, Jimmy Fallon) for breaking character in Saturday Night Live sketches, but this outtake from a rehearsal shows that under the right conditions - like having Kenan Thompson an inch and a half away - it's certainly possible.
This is a pie chart that has meaning for Saturday Night Live watchers (I think there's still a few of us), with a clocking of the apperance time for each of the cast members for the most recent season. It appeared here, on Splitsider.
It confirms what I would have thought: Bill Hader really is the utility player of the troupe, and Jay Pharoah (a wicked impersonator) and Paul Brittain have not been much used at all.
This makes Nick laugh, out loud. He saw it on the SNL commercials special a few weeks ago, and after one viewing could recite a few of the lines. I'm posting this in part so I can watch him laugh again, and again ... and so on.
Once in a while, Saturday Night Live makes me laugh out loud. One of those moments was in a sketch that aired late in Saturday's episode, with guest Emma Stone. The dance off kicks in around 1:25 or so.
The tune, by the way, is by Camille, one of the singers in Nouvelle Vague.
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.