I observe in my MSN Movies review of The Muppets that, indeed, nobody doesn't like the Muppets. The new Jason-Segel-starring revival of the characters is a lot of fun, but I have to admit that I, like a certain commenter on a thread over at Jeffrey Wells' site, I'm a little bemused at, and I quote the other guy, "all these jaded, bearded fatsos who usually hate most things are suddenly going all gooey and weak-kneed at the joy and wonder of the Muppets." Yes, a lot of aspiring badasses or what have you have been taking some minutes away from their efforts to prove that fat, drunk, and stupid IS a viable way to go through life the better to publicly touch their inner childs, and quite the spectacle it has been, too; even funnier than the virtual site of dozens of young Brooklyn gentrifiers distracting themselves from agonizing over which private school they want to get their moppets rejected from and instead agonizingover the news of Kim and Thurston's separation. A funny little world we live in, with our little circumscribed objects of reverence, and all. One quite enjoyable side product of Muppet-love is an extremely informative and entertaining article by Sam Adams (who is not a jaded, bearded fatso, incidentally) about the odd roots of "Mahna-Mahna," which appears, in of all places, the usually-hardly-informative-or-edifying Slate.
Speaking of friend Wells, though, he may be the only dude in the universe who complains about a fucking four-day weekend, on account of "everybody stops creating." Jesus, my man's a FREAK. Even as a freelancer, I dig a four-day weekend the most, and I'm not EVEN gonna stop creating—I've got a lot of Blu-rays to look at if I even want to think about getting a Consumer Guide Holiday Edition posted before the YEAR ends, AND I've got band practice on Saturday; gotta whip the rhythm section in shape for a December recording date. But this blog is going to be highly inactive until Monday, so enjoy whatever you are intending to enjoy, until then.