Sarah Silverman, I Give In
Credit her darn publicists with sending me hot photos, my friends for chattering constantly about her, and my past experiences with her stand-up, I like me some Silverman. Sarah that is.
She has a movie, Jesus Is Magic. I admit I haven't seen it yet, but the true twenty-something buzz is it's outrageously hilarious. So go see it.
This is so hot.
Seriously, HOT. And funny. Mostly though, it's hot.
Why are you married to Jimmy Kimmel? You don't need him anymore. Okay, maybe a little, but seriously, think about the publicity that a bitter, angry divorce could generate. Hell, even a believably fake one-- I'm betting it might be enough to make you very close to A-List, Sarah. It'd certainly put you on the short-list for entry. Jimmy's peaked sweetheart, come to Atlas. Come to Atlas. Okay, even I know that's starting to be weird.
But seriously-- semi-perma-celebrity and my undying love. That's reason enough for a bitter, angry divorce, right?
In mildly related news, (hint: you'll have to keep reading to see how it's related) here is the official Assistant/Atlas review of "The Colbert Report":
It's pretty good.
Anyone who thinks "The Word" isn't funny has a poor sense of humor. Frankly, Stephen Colbert has gotten smoother as the show has gone on. And as a fake news anchor, he's seriously Barry White territory.
And that's smooth.
But Stephen, please, take my advice. Get a sidekick. Personally, I'd recommend Sarah Silverman. No, seriously. Just let her come on the show and deliver Lewis Black-like editorials every once in awhile. It'd be awesome and it'd give you a few minutes off from your hosting duties. A thirty-minute tv show is a lot to carry by yourself, Stevey-poo, so get some on-air help. It won't take away from your endearingly-pugnacious mug.
Word 'em up.