The showdown on Late Night with Conan O'Brien between himself, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. Watch it now before NBC or Viacom are meanies and yank it off!







The A.P. observed that such a gag could not have involved Jay Leno and David Letterman, who have long had icy relations. O'Brien appeared to agree, noting that "this happened because the three of us knew we would like doing this with each other."

That these three guys could work together like this gives me the warm and fuzzies. As does the ten seconds of dancing.

Work has exhausted me this week, much to the point where I'm suffering a cold. However, the cold could be to do with the fact that I went to Ash Wednesday mass having walked for ten minutes in the rain. I had an umbrella, but it was really bucketing down and so I sat soaked to the bone for the entire hour of the mass and then a further half hour on the bus, where the air conditioning was blasting freezing air. Blah. This weekend is reserved entirely for my recovery, though at the expense of attending Libby's birthday party (and I'm so sorry I can't go. :( ).

Dreamt last night that I was Alan Rickman's wife. Only, it wasn't quite Alan Rickman but Obadiah Slope, the clergyman he played in the Barchester Chronicles. Somewhat impressed that my brain was on enough crack (read: antihistamines) to provoke such a pleasant image, but also annoyed because I could barely remember it when I woke up. Damn!

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: U2- If You Wear that Velvet Dress