'Mean Girls' Musical Makes Me Say 'Yeah.'

There's gonna be a Mean Girls musical!

Maybe!

Wow!

Is it just me, or were people talking about the SAG Awards more than usual this year? I’m all for the Screen Actor’s Guild as an institution, but I don’t really give a damn about the big awards shows, much less the small ones. My carefully cultivated web bubble was punctured last night by aimless jabber about who was wearing what at SAG. Perhaps this is a sign of cosmic upheaval in Hollywood—perhaps it’s because I started following lifetime achievement award-winner Dick Van Dyke. (Yep, he’s alive, he’s a friend of dolphins, and he’s married to a woman who hadn’t been born when his show went off the air. Way to go, Dick!)

Among the SAG-chatter came one compelling tidbit: Tina Fey’s long-rumored Mean Girls musical is, apparently, nearly a sure thing.

Tons of details if you just click here. Actually, there are no details. None at all! Nobody knows anything! There is no timeline for this project, no guarantee it will happen, no information at all as to what it may look like when it does. Probably there will be some dancing.

Dancing! Wow!

Farewell, Liz Lemon, You're Breaking My Heart

30 Rock is over in two weeks. The sitcom won't survive January, top medical sources suggest. I got myself all caught up today, and it made me really sad, so I wrote a post about the last time the TV schedule was perfect. It's been a while.

2007 was a good year for TV. Battlestar was in its heyday. 30 Rock had found its footing. Mad Men and Breaking Bad blew my mind every week. Even better, the scheduling of those four shows meant that one of them was airing new episodes at any given time. There was always something to look forward to, and for two years, there were no dead spots.

Watching television week-to-week is more important to me than it is to most people. I have never gone in for binge-watching. It’s so rare to find a show to love—I don’t see the point in burning through it in in a weekend. Two days of pleasure is nothing compared to the anticipation that comes when a show is red-hot, and you have to wait for it to air. That’s seven days of impatience, anxiety and joy—all from 22 or 44 minutes of programming. I call that getting your money’s worth.

Read the rest. Don't blame me when your keyboard is ruined by tears.