I love 30 Rock and I want to be Tina Fey when I grow up. If you don’t like 30 Rock, we can’t be friends. Sorry. The season finale last Thursday was a whizbanger (Do people still say ‘whizbanger’? Let’s be honest: I’m not even sure what it really means.) and not just because Matt Damon played a handsome doorman… to the SKIES! (That means pilot, to the person-who-didn’t-watch-the-show-and-therefore-can’t-be-my-friend.)
The whole Jack/Avery/Nancy love triangle is over, thank goodness, because Julianne Moore’s Boston accent MADE ME WANT TO DIE. The only thing that kept me going was Alec Baldwin, because, you know… he’s Alec Freaking Baldwin. (Alec, if you’re reading this, call me.)
(Kurt, if you’re reading this, I’m totally kidding.)
(Alec: NO I’M NOT.)
Speaking of accents, there’s a clip of Avery Jessup before she lost her Maryland accent, and it made me laugh, because people from Maryland actually talk like that. No, really. They totally do!
Ok, I hated the accent, too. I get the whole actress bit but gah!!