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Tonight's episode is an also ran. The guests are repeats. And the short transvestite appears in the cold open.
This week the voices in my head all have had Scottish accents. I blame Craig Ferguson for this. Him and his recent Scottish guests, Robert Carlyle and Gerard Butler. Now every phrase that pops into my head has the Glasgow brogue. Worse yet, it's a BADLY done Glasgow brogue, since of course I'm not actually able to do accents.
This morning my boss parked his giant Ford F10 pickup next to my car just as I was getting out. "Ach, the puir wee man," I thought. "He's o'er compensating."
See what I mean? "Knock it OFF!" I said to myself, but it just sounded like Craig Ferguson was yelling at me inside my own head.
The only good thing about this state of affairs is since this has been going on, I no longer have my Mom's voice nagging me inside my head.
Her's a sample of the normal dialog in my head:
"Oh my God, look at what you're spending on a cup of coffee. You know, you really should've just made yourself a thermos of hot tea this morning. It would be a whole lot cheaper, and taste better, too. I know you were running late, but if you would only get to bed at a decent time, you wouldn't have that problem. And what are you going to do for lunch today. Eat at the cafeteria AGAIN?! Why can't you just brown bag it? If you would only do these simple things, you'd be much further ahead financially than you are today."
Blah blah blah blah.
Compared to that, a Scottish accent in my head is quite a nice change of pace.
Since The Late Late Show tonight is a repeat, here's the cold open:
And, for a change of pace, why not watch how silly two Scotsmen can get: