So apparently, the mighty Conan has served up his last show and been finally (deservedly) moved up into the 11:30PM slot that Leno will be stepping down from shortly.  Hopefully, his show will remain the same quirky, original and usually pretty hilarious broadcast it is now, and he doesn’t take a page from Letterman’s book (“How I Got My 11:30 Slot, Stopped Being Funny, and Turned Bitchy and Repetitive).

I’m not much of a late night viewer actually, so I wasn’t really up on all of this until recently, and I certainly didn’t know they’d given his show to Jimmy Fallon until I came across it the other night.  Jimmy Fallon. The smirking little tool from Saturday Night Live (a completely empty endorsement, that) is taking over for Conan O’Brien, giving me one more good reason to go to bed early.

Look at me smirking in my Snuggie!! Can't you see I'm both funny AND ironic?

I caught some of this pool of taint-sweat last week (and just to confirm my suspicions, I tuned in again tonight for as long as I could stand it) and simply could not believe how monumentally horrible and unfunny it is.  This guy is a bigger talentless hack than Janeane Garofalo, who I whined about in this piece about jumping the shark (you have my word I’ll try to avoid bringing her up again).  His writers suck out loud, he’s awkward (and not in a good way like O’Brien was), he couldn’t make an interview interesting if he had naked cheerleaders on as guests, and he doesn’t seem to know that you aren’t funny just because you giggle at yourself and smirk a lot.

In the future, if I’m looking for entertainment at 12:30 in the morning I’d rather just head down to Long John Silver’s, climb into their dumpster, and play “I wonder why this tastes so funny?” for an hour.

This is a post from: Bradford Schmidt's blog, Bone In The Fan.

Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. WHY?