This post serves a fairly selfish purpose. Only about seven people in my life will care about the contents of this blog, but I'm okay with it. I'd like to take this opportunity to brag about my cousin Molly McNearney. Memorize the name now, trust me. She was recently promoted to Head Writer at Jimmy Kimmel Live, and in the male-dominated world of late night comedy, this is one giant feat. A success, of course, but also a speedy ride to the top. She now is queen of the jungle out there, and given that her officemates are prone to fart, burp, swear, sweat and guffaw while in brainstorming meetings, that is saying something.
If the show isn't currently set up in your Tivo, then I'd suggest you get on that. It comes on at 12:05 am here, so clearly I'm not up to see it, but rest assured I watch most of the shows in the following days. Jimmy is a riot (and much thinner in real life!), and the bits the writers dream up are ridiculous, funny, clever and culturally relevant, if not always culturally reverent.
When I was in LA in March, I even got to rub Guillermo's tummy for good luck. Jimmy's relationship with Cousin Sal has got nothing on us, babe.
Here's a photo from a skit she acted in with Pat O'Brien from "The Insider", spray-tanned orange to look like his offspring on Take Your Daughter to Work Day:
Molly is funny, charming, witty and one of the best writers I have ever experienced. Her timing is impeccable, and she can do accents like nobody's business. When she was my roommate here in Chicago, she went through all levels of classes at Second City, and even graduated from Improv Olympic with flying colors.
Here's a photo from a skit where Jimmy had "the girls" together to mourn the last "Sex and the City" episode airing:
Molly, there on the far right, with her hand firmly clasping the cosmo, is the type that has 42 irons in the fire at all times, and never really sits still. I am pretty certain she's writing a screenplay and a book as we speak. While drinking a sissy latte and scarfing a chocolate scone with the other hand.
Tina Fey—look out. Your job security may be in jeopardy.
And, Molly, please remember those that knew you "back when"...or else.
Or else I'll tell everyone I know that you:
- Can make a fierce siren noise by banging on your throat.
- Used to love to dress up as a geek and act out skits as the character "Bertha."
- Are a lightweight drinker. Or at least, you used to be.
- Locked yourself out of our apartment once a week. On a good week.
- Molested me in a photo booth once.
- Got "lessons" at our dining room table. With a candlestick.
- Are a hack at an indoor water fight. Using a iced tea pitcher IS cheating.
- Once, for a shining moment, held a golden phone.
- Impersonated the 7-Eleven cashier. Perfectly.
- Prank called our neighbors, only to listen through the walls for their reactions.
- Participated in, and possibly won, the "no shower" contest at your all-girls high school.
- Send sweet, verbose, sappy birthday cards that make me cry.
- Mocked my Dad at a Second City show while on all fours.
- Made a 6-month long pro/con list before moving to California.
I'm a dead woman when you make it big, aren't I?
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