This is part of a weekly series called “Pop Opinions” where The Lantern offers its take on the week’s pop culture news.
Andy Samberg married
I’ve officially bought real estate on Lonely Island.
One year following Andy Samberg’s “Saturday Night Live” leave, the comedian has ripped my heart longways by taking advantage of one of the most joyous privileges this life provides: getting married to his girlfriend of five years. Samberg and singer-songwriter Joanna Newsom tied the knot Sept. 21 in Big Sur, Calif., in front of an A-list audience including Justin Timberlake, Jessica Biel, Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph and Adam Sandler.
I’m not bitter, I’m just unreasonably infuriated that this man I had zero chance with chose her over me. What does she have that I don’t? Bangs?
Although they are collaborating in holy matrimony, Samberg made it clear the two probably won’t be singing in holy harmony. He believes her music and work are too “beautiful and important” to be tainted by his silliness.
“We’ve talked about (collaborating). But we’ve decided ultimately that her fans would probably kill me in my sleep,” Samberg told Glamour in its September issue.
Mumford & Sons on hiatus
I think Mumford & Sons is breaking up with us.
“There won’t be any Mumford & Sons activities for the foreseeable future following Friday’s (Sept. 20) show,” keyboardist Ben Lovett of the folk-meets-bluegrass band told “Rolling Stone.”
Following a bittersweet year that left the band with the Grammy for Album of the Year and bassist Ted Dwane in brain surgery to remove a blood clot, Mumford & Sons needs “a little rest” and to take a break from “commitments” and “pressure.”
Ladies, we’ve heard this story before. But you know what? We don’t need them.
There are plenty of men out there with that raggard, scruffy homeless man look, and if we need a daily fill of sweet banjo licks, we can just stick a capo on an acoustic guitar and go to town. Plus, who are these “sons” and where did they come from? Something is not adding up with these guys.
However, I will hold on to every last lyric of “Babel” until I meet up with Marcus Mumford and friends again. No longer how long the hiatus, I will wait.
“Breaking Bad” madness
The final episode of AMC’s “Breaking Bad” this week will spur a whole new series titled “Freakin’ Sad,” starring me.
Until then, though, the week-long party to the end of all things bad has brought about some pretty cool ways to long live Heisenberg.
First, a marathon of every “Breaking Bad” episode will provide as catch-up for those who are severely behind on the series. Starting Wednesday night and running up to Sunday night’s series finale at 9 p.m. EST, AMC will get funky with Jesse and wacky with Walt as they stream all five and a half seasons of the badness.
Second, instead of yelling at your followers for expressing thorough and explicit excitement about Sunday’s finale via Twitter when you are still on season two, Netflix has launched Spoiler Foiler. The site allows you to log into your Twitter account and view your timeline void of any “danger words” that could reveal any “Breaking Bad” spoilers. In other words, any tweets with the words “breaking” and “bad” will be censored for your own protection. Of course, you must realize that if your favorite rapper tweets, “I’m breaking down some bad beats this week #swag,” then you will have to probably sit out on the update.
Finally, Screenbid is serving as a makeshift gift shop for fans who need physical memory of “Breaking Bad’s” existence. The site is auctioning off actual props from “Bad’s” set, including Jesse Pinkman’s fuzzy dice, the iconic teddy bear with no eyes and even Hank Schrader’s quartz crystal. Want to take a ride in Hector Salamanca’s wheelchair? Bid starts at $5,000.
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