
The most interesting part about watching the Charlie Sheen roast, which aired last nigh, is that Charlie Sheen isn't crazy anymore. Well, not actively, undiagnosed-manic-episode crazy. It's been months since Sheen did anything outlandish or potentially career-ending, and it's been practically half a year since the first, second and third wave of Charlie Sheen jokes swept across America. On Sunday, Sheen extended an olive branch to the new cast of Two And A Half Men at the Emmys, even that troll Jon Cryer. But while Donald Trump, Pam Anderson and Flavor Flav are still going to wake up everyday and make a career out being the same colorful [...]
You know I'm not going to pretend like I'm not going to watch this thing come September 19, but the most recent Charlie Sheen roast teaser is kind of on the nose, right? Watching Charlie gleefully plummet toward the earth astride a warhead is emotionally complicating my pure, unbridled desire to laugh at him. I guess it could be worse. Like, the televised version of his funeral worse.

I'm not positive the massive spike in the the #TrumpRoast record is the Situation choking like a hound dog on a chicken bone, but seems about right to me. It looks like the inclusion of the #TrumpRoast hash tag on the screen and in basically every promo worked for Comedy Central; with an average 6.5 tweets/minute, the number of tweets containing #TrumpRoast was around 35,000, and that's not even including my #MarleeMatlinIsMyGod Twitter bonanza. Useful for Comedy Central to chart its viewership, useful to viewers commiserate over how truly excellent Snoop Dogg was.