Pop quiz: What has Patton Oswalt, child Scrabble champions, Bill Nye the Science Guy, and Sting accompanied by a barber shop quartet? Why, it's WIRED's roundup of the week's best late-night TV, of course! In the following clips, you'll find Amy Schumer advocating for Bill Cosby in the court of public opinion, and yes, she brought puddin' pops. You'll see a jaunty Matt Fraction talking comics with Seth Meyers, the only late night host who could legitimately speak on the subject. And you'll catch Leslie Mann getting all up on American President. In any event, I'm a twentysomething white female, and Amy Schumer just taught me that universe exists to grant my wishes. So this is my top 10 list, and what I say goes. Thanks, universe!
Let's hear it for child intellectual athletes! Because kids who excel in pursuits like chess, spelling and word games deserve our recognition and respect, too—especially when they trash talk Jimmy Kimmel on his own show.
Back in 2010, WIRED effectively crowned Patton Oswalt Hollywood's king of the nerds, and his attempt to quantify the impact David Letterman had on his comic career by using all sorts of dorky mixed metaphors really only reaffirms that he's a ruler among fanboys. Thanks for keeping it 100, Patton (or maybe it's better to say he's keeping it 2001).
Sting. Still got it.
Abandon hope, all ye who would attempt to stop the filibuster.
Guys. I think this is the universe's way of telling us that Inside Amy Schumer totes needs a regular segment with Bill Nye, because I literally cannot even with this right now. I'm dying. Dead. Supes funny.
A round of applause for living the dream of every man, woman, and child who has ever wanted to sidle on up to Barack O-Babe-Ma. Judd who?
Because we gotta show some love whenever a comic scribe shows up on late-night TV!
Conan's interviews are all right, and his comedy bits are good enough, but late night's ginger giant really shines brightest when he's just interacting with others in the most banal way possible, when the camera is following him somewhere and he's on a mission to make people uncomfortable, often at his own expense. If you've ever wondered what it takes to be a working member of Team Coco, be prepared to sling the 6'4" funny man over your shoulder and haul him to safety in the event of a fire. If you can't, just toss that resume right in the garbage on your way out the door.
"How could the face of such a yummy treat even do anything bad?"
But really, why are there even separate news channels? Or even separate shows? Why don't they just all agree they are 50 shades of exactly the same and just go all in together for one constant, 24-hour stream of misery? Oh, and there's global warming here, too? Well, crap. I guess we're dead!
