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if it even makes sense to say self-deprecation can be classy, conan obrien is the classiest entertainer alive. he effortlessly separates himself from other entertainers out there with his ease and sophistication. he's a natural, comedian-superior, the river nile, the mount everest and the caspian sea of them all. applause!

i'd been convinced that tv shows are mostly horrible nowadays and tv commercials for the most part suck as well. but, alas, i am pleased to say that tv has proven itself to have a positive impact in my adult life at least for this week.

sick at home for the past few days, i delved into the web for some moral support. holy cow, let's realize for the billionth time that the internet is awesome? stationed in my bed with my laptop propped up beside me, i laid there watching tv via web for hours. so miserable but oh so... super for the fact that my mind did joyful jumping jacks and kart-wheels even as my body remained bedridden. thanks to:

it's always sunny in philadelphia (best rants between four egocentric friends), hell's kitchen (the cooks are drama-mamas but i can't...stop... watching... them make the food, damn it!), and late night with conan ob (um, CLASSY).

here are two bits from his recent realization that the polygamous ladies in today's news are trying to steal his hair-do - his look:






the resemblance in the first one is remarkable.

hahahha. aw... laughing is good.