10 Reasons ‘After Lately’ Deserves A Season 4 – I’m Talking To You E! Network

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If you haven’t seen any episodes of After Lately you are ridiculous, or….you just don’t have money to pay for cable and you don’t get the E! Network, in which case, I’m sorry.

(Sidebar – E!, what’s up with you not letting Canadians watch your videos on Youtube? What is up with that? We deserve access to Chelsea Handler and the gang as much as any American. You can, however, keep almost everything else on your network to yourselves.)

ANYWAY, I won’t bore you with personal details of my obsession, but I did feel the need to publicly state that After Lately is one of the funniest things I’ve seen on television (or online) in a very long time. A very, very, long time. E!, you were onto something that was getting closer and closer to the brilliance that was 30 Rock….and then you blew it! I hear that there will NOT be a season 4 of After Lately and this news is devastating. Don’t you see that you could have carried the torch for hilarious mockumentary office comedies?? 30 Rock and The Office….and you. It could have been you! I need an explanation immediately.

I realize that we, the fans, need to take matters into our own hands. So, I’m hoping that we can all harass E! until they cave and we start seeing new After Lately behind-the-scenes pictures of Brad Wollack stalking Chelsea at her own home, or Sarah Colonna and her ridiculously amazing hair. Let’s tweet and retweet until they get sick of us and give us what we want. It really worked for me as kid.

But seriously, After Lately is pretty special. For me, there is nothing better than comedy created out of love and by a group of people that are just trying to make each other laugh. Who knows if my observations are true….but that’s what it looks like to me. And I’m usually right about these things…just sayin’ ;)

Just in case you needed any more reason to chant ‘give us more Lately‘, here are my Top 10 Reason ‘After Lately’ Deserves A Season 4:

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My Childhood Television Favorites – Epic Mockumentary

  • This is for anyone who grew up in the late 90’s and early 2000’s.
  • This is for those good people with a healthy sense of humour.
  • This is for those pop culture junkies who know how to appreciate a good vintage video without judgement.

I remember this era of television fondly. Friends, Will and Grace, Fraiser, Scrubs, every incarnation of Law And Order, etc. THURSDAY NIGHTS! My only regret is that I didn’t get into The West Wing sooner. But not to fear….I’m all caught up now and it’s quickly become a favorite.

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Call Me Maybe – West Side Story Edition

This is why I love these people.

This is the 1st Broadway National Tour of West Side Story with their take on Carly Rae Jepsen’s ‘Call Me Maybe’. This song has taken over, and this is one of many youtube videos dedicated to the catchy tune.

After a long and hard day yesterday I was so happy to get home and find this on my facebook. It put such a smile on my face to see some dear friends and some seriously funny and talented people.

I expect another video from Japan, friends!

A Lighter Moment – The Jerk

 

For my 100th post I thought I would lighten things up! I just found this and wanted to share it. It’s from one of my favorite movies of all time. The Jerk. Do you know it? You should.

The movie stars Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters . I’m a huge fan of both and this movie showcases some of their best work. From the opening line I knew it was going to be hilarious. Intrigued? GO. WATCH. IT.

Here is a little musical montage to put you in the mood. I believe the movie is on Netflix both in Canada and the US. Once you’re done with this one you should see Pennies from Heaven. Enjoy!

Tina Fey’s Prayer For A Daughter

In honour of Tina Fey hosting SNL tonight, and Mother’s Day tomorrow, I thought I would share this. It’s funny, but also so true and genuine. If I had a quarter of the creative mind that Tina Fey has I would be happy.

 

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Bea……uty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her

When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.