It's Saturday Night!

Just taking a moment to say how happy I am that 'Saturday Night Live' is funny again. Granted, it has been for a few years now, but don't you remember those awful days of the '90s when America's oldest comedy skit show wasn't comedic? Hard times indeed.

Favorite clip of the night:

"This song reminds me of the time I got engaged. My girl came in and said, 'I'm pregnant.' I said, 'Great!' and then as soon as her back was turned, I ran out the back door. Then, a couple of weeks later, I decided to do the right thing by her, so I went back."

Friend: "What changed your mind?"

"Her mom got nominated to be Vice President of the United States."


Video will be added as soon as it's up on the NBC website.

What was less impressive, though, was Beyoncé as the musical guest. Not quite sure what happened there, but her performance fell about as flat as her shoes, well, weren't. The minor notes of 'If I Were A Boy' are a strain for her, out of place for her voice. This song was meant to be touching and ended up laughable when lost amid Beyoncé's poor screeching, her leg-stomping, and the wind machine blowing her hair out of control.

No, really. She had to fix it about four times.

And the dress seemed a total fashion disaster. Maybe it was just me, but as soon as I saw it I predicted another Nipplegate; by the time she was done singing, I began to believe I wasn’t alone in thinking so.

But at least Justin Timberlake showed up and saved the day. And if that isn't a sign of the apocalypse, I don't know what is.