I was sorry for those in our area who lost power on Sunday night. First, it was a cold night, and when huge gusting winds take down huge trees, it takes some time - measured in days - for power crews to make things right again. Let's hope those without electricity flowing to their houses are back in service very soon, and have found warm accommodations in the meantime.
While the windstorm billowed, many whose power remained "on" watched the SNL50 special, a tribute to Saturday Night Live, which debuted in 1975. I would like to add my name to the list of people who found the show self-indulgent. They did a "Deep Thoughts" bit in which the deep thought turned to be deep appreciation for how much money the show has raked in for producer Lorne Michaels and NBC. They brought back cast members old and new, and had massage therapists on standby in case anyone pulled shoulder muscles patting themselves on the back. Sabrina Carpenter made a point of pointing out how young she is, after Paul Simon mentioned how old he is.
On and on went the witty repartee. At length, I let my mind wander back to 8th grade, when we were given the assignment to create a magazine. I went with the safe choice of a news magazine in the style of "TIME" (thirteen-year-old Mark called it "EMIT." I was backwards about many things then.)
But two guys - one with a typewriter and one who could draw - tried their hands at a humor magazine à la "MAD" (they rejected my suggestion to call it "DAM" out of hand.) As I recall, it was not great. Our teacher, Mr Luette, made a point of saying that forced humor is never very good.
I wish he had gone to work at NBC.
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