Sometimes I wonder if Lorne Michaels is really God. He has his hands in everything (ahem, SNL, Portlandia, Up All Night, Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, 30 Rock, Baby Mama, Mean Girls, etc., emphasis on the etc.). He probably laughs like Dr. Evil and sits in a Brookstone massage chair (courtesy of NBC) while calculating how many people owe him big time. Up next? Kenan Thompson’s latest endeavor.
I just realized that he and my Dad are not only the same age but they were born within 2 days of each other. It’s like they’re long lost brothers, except my Dad was born in Ohio and Michaels in Toronto. That would explain a few things. Mainly why my Dad ends every sentence with “eh?” and refers to Steve Martin and Paul Simon as his “best friends”. Maybe I’ll get him a Brookstone massage chair for Christmas and invite Tina Fey and Jimmy Fallon over for some ham.