And I Was A Boy From School

Can I please have (yet another) angry blogger moment and talk about just how I much I hate the fact that Carson Daly has his own late night show?
The entire half an hour is Daly sitting around half drunk, chatting about what he did last night while he was at the bar and debating which female celebrity has the best breasts.
Whenever the cameras pan over to the producer, all I can feel is complete and utter sadness for the man who seems to have a perpetual expression of defeat and pain on his face which can only be created by the fact that he has been trapped in Satan's Frat House for six years--with no hint of escape any time soon.

Tonight's rerun featured Daly sampling the "new" cocktail creation of Redbull, vodka and NyQuill--which has allegedly recently been awarded the Britney Spears Seal Of Approval.
With his ready made vodka and Redbull waiting on his desk, Daly makes the drink,
comments on how delicious it is and continues to suck it down within the last twenty minutes of the show.
Forgive me if I don't have the greatest expectations in the amount of effort they put into making every episode, but I'm pretty sure the time frame during actual airing is pretty close to the amount of time they put into shooting.
16 ounces of pure cough syrup and hard liquor in twenty minutes, that is true skill.
I mean, I'm sure whatever it is in those mugs that Conan and Leno are drinking isn't coffee or water but at least they're discreet about it.

I particularly enjoy when Daly prods reality stars for "dirt" on who's had plastic surgery and is denying it.
Any idiot who can recall old "Total Request Live" editions or Daly's cameo on the groundbreaking film Josie and the Pussycats can tell you, his recent face and tan were not made by nature.

I'm not sure why I return to the show every couple of nights; perhaps it's because there's only so many blurry episodes of "News Hour with Jim Lehrer" I can stomach and NBC is the only channel that comes in clear on my rabbit ears.

I think I'm just fascinated by the idea that someone who has absolutely nothing substantial to say has been able to host a talk show for the past six years.

As long as college children are alive and Daly continues to plug the drinks he samples every night at the LA clubs, the show will continue to exist.

If I have to suffer through it again at least hand me some of whatever he's been drinking before he's goes on set to shoot because it would make the experience a little less painful.