30 Rock—had three stories going, and one featured Jenna trying to mess with Tracy’s chances at a Golden Globe since she can never get one (she’s been banned—shocker!). Liz hates this for exactly one reason: “I trust award shows; they tell me how much to care about different dead people.” The plan included using Kenneth as a human sushi platter and generally trying to screw Tracy in front of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association. However, it turns out the movie is actually good! The quest for the EGOT continues! And our other favorite suave ad man, John Slattery, did a complete visual about-face as Steve Austin, an independent congressional candidate from Rhode Island, running against the incumbent (remember Queen Latifah?) who hates the impending GE/Kabletown merger. Jack wants Steve—who’s mostly doing well because people think he’s either the wrestler or the Six Million Dollar Man—to succeed, so he puts together a fundraiser. But since Steve’s a scruffy, paranoid moron who sounds like an extra from a Ben Affleck movie and does his campaign commercials in his underwear (does the gang at NBC have a fetish, or what?), it’s only a matter of time before he implodes, in the form of his self-penned new national anthem: “ooga booga big, ooga booga strong, I’m going to sing my ooga booga song”. Somewhere back in 1965, Peggy Olson died a little inside. All that, plus Liz found the perfect pair of jeans, and was doubly excited that they were made in the USA. Turns out, they weren’t, and when she finds out they’re made by orphans and the company is owned by Haliburton to boot, she pitches all ten pairs she bought. She has no jeans, and resorts to some truly horrid shorteralls that have to be seen to be believed.
Love the Jon Hamm video. LOVE IT.