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|    Joseph Nebus to All    |
|    24 April 2007 - Martha Stewart, Rob Hueb    |
|    25 Apr 07 02:03:10    |
      From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu               Finally a new episode! And a right nifty one, too, quite       well done all around.              Max is:        - Robotic and angry. And notice the backdrop.                     Conologue:        - Bush was invited to visit Machu Pichu. Bush loves Pokemon.       Bill Clinton will go to Boris Yelstin's funeral; at least, that's what       he's telling Hillary. He'll be here all week. Try the veal. Simon       Cowell's home in London was robbed; the work of professional thieves,       according to police, but Cowell said they were amateurish and       uninspired. A rumor says Britney Spears may sing with Sanjaya. And by       'rumor' Conan means 'terrorist threat'. Archaeologists in Miami have       excavated a 3,000-year-old skeleton, by X-raying Larry King. Will it be       horror or applause? English Pizza Hut diners were horrified when a man       grabbed a knife and cut off his own penis. The health department says       all is back to normal, but do *not* order the pepperoni. There's a       Martha Stewart group following her in the audience.                     Paul Wolfowitz Scandal: Conan refers to his photo, that's not on-screen.        - What kind of guy sets aside all professional ethics to provide       perks to a woman he's having sex with? (Max.) You know how this is       going.                     Dave and Duane from Smooth Jazz 87:        + I expected this to be a clutch cargo interview.                - They're banning hard-sounding consonants from jazz, like 'k',       'p', and 'ch'. They provide alternatives for 'cheese and crackers':       Swiss on flatbread. 'Popcorn': bloated maize. That's not 'crazy',       that's insane.                + They get stuck out there. 'I'm too relaxed to leave.'                     Noches de Pasion con Senor O'Brien.        - She's in a jail cell; the sheriff is skeptical. Conando       barges in, in Inspector Gadget wear. There's a snake holding the key.       Conando flicks his tongue until the snake falls in love, and frees the       woman. The serpent is amazed at what a snake Conan is.                     Martha Stewart:        - Her fangirls are just like on her show. She went to a space       launch of one of her friends. But it's only 235 miles, like Rochester       straight up. He's sort of a best friend/boyfriend/uh ... He's been gone       for months; he was in outer space. She brought photos: him as Hannibal       Lecter, the most dysfunctional shot of a relationship, neither looking       at each other and one behind glass. Martha with a personal guard, who       inspires confidence as he looks like the Kazakh Barney Fife. The rocket       is not part of her hat. She got up in the elevator while the guys were       in the Soyuz. You can't light a match, as there's oxygen and kerosene       spraying about. Imagine being in a spaceship and hearing knocking out       there, and it's Martha Stewart. 'Clean up in there!' Stewart would go,       Conan wouldn't.               + His name was Charles Simonyi, and he got an extra day in space       beyond what the original contract was for due to the ground at the       original landing site being too boggy. Stewart sent Simonyi off with a       basket of gourmet food. During his stay at the International Space       Station, American astronaut Sunita Williams 'ran' the Boston Marathon on       the treadmill.                - She brought about Keith Richard's medicine cabinet from       Kazakstan. There's no big department stores in Baikonur. But in the       grocery store was abundant vodka and pickles. She learned a great drink       in Moscow, 'Ruin Me Russian'. Does O'Brien love strong drinks? Take       half the raspberries in the glass. Muddle them (crush them). Add       raspberry liqueur. Then add vodka to fill up. Pour it in where there's       ice and the same drink in a larger glass. Then serve with a twist of       wine. It's the best. Her whole personality is changing. Something       like $35 or $40 in a nightclub, as there's nine gallons of alcohol in       it. It tastes like siphoning a gas tank.                + In point of fact, the Russian launch pad is in Tyuratam, about       200 kilometers from Baikonur. Calling it Baikonur was a cold war       attempt by the Soviets to fool the United States about where the base       was, a device which lasted *nearly* partway through the base       construction. When covering the Apollo-Soyuz Test Project -- the first       Soviet launch attempt announced *before* launch -- ABC News science       editor Jules Bergman chewed out the Soviets for continuing to pretend       they were in Baikonur and insisted on providing the dateline Tyuratam.       However, the Baikonur dateline is still commonly used.                - They're back on every Three Stooges Sketch ever, Conan in a       painter's outfit and little booties to protect his $8 shoes. Stewart       has her trademarked color chart, Connections. Conan's paint is Summer       day and a glaze of Spring Drizzle. The brush is 100 percent bristle.       Paint inside the lines drawn for him and do not make a mistake. It's       very nerve-wracking; what if he goes a little bit outside? It's Conan's       wall and he'll have to live with that. Stewart's wall is faux bois,       fake wood, with a grain simulating things, and she sprinkels on glaze.       And then her thingy is missing, terrifying Conan. You pull it down on       the glaze and you get this knotty wood pattern. Conan wants Conan       Orange paint. She likes it. Don't dare paint her. He's hit on       something good. We get to watching paint dry on national television.                     Rob Huebel:        - Is he getting recognized? Not so much as he thought. He'll       point it out to people; on a flight, a 14-year-old kid next to him was       watching a commercial for it, and he told the kid. The kid didn't hear       him, then took the headphone off and looked at him horrified. Then he       remembered: it was a sketch spoofing 'To Catch A Predator'.                - Does he come from a funny family? His dad was an airline       pilot in the 80s when it was more cool. He got to go backstage at the       airport, to pilot lounges. They'd hang out, smoking cigars, drinking       mini-bottles, waving shirts around, wrestling each other. He did get to       fly free. Once for a really full flight his dad smuggled him into the       pilot's coat closet, and let him sit on his suitcase or wherever. He       listened to the air traffic controllers, 'They try to tell us where to       fly, but I don't listen.' His dad was awesome at announcement. 'Aaaaah       ... ladies and gentlemen ... aaaaah ... this is your captain speaking       ... and if you look out left there's a mountain ... and on top of the       mountain I lost my virginity ... '                - Mom's worried he'll fall into the wrong crowd. She cuts out       clippings and sends them to him, with margin notes. 'Don't do drugs!       Cocaine is bad for you!' He thought it had nutritional value. One       clipping was of her church being remodelled. In back is a painting of       Jesus. She noted, she loves the picture of Jesus, he looks like such a       chick magnet. (Or Eric Estrada.)                     Ian Edwards:        - Mixed-race 'girls' are always fine-looking, however ugly the       parents are. He lists unlikely partnerings, including Smeagal from Lord       of the Rings and Condoleeza Rice. He goes on to explain that Rice is              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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