See? It works on two levels!

In that half-awake/half-asleep dreaming state I sometimes wander around in (occasionally for days at a time, and that’s without the Ambien), I had another comedic stroke of genius last night.

Charlie Gibson was interviewing outgoing president and professional nincompoop George W. Bush a night or so ago and asked a “what’s next for you?” type of question. I believe the answer was something along the line of that laugh he does that says “I’m trying to sound humble even though I’m a megalomaniac.” But the answer wasn’t important. It was the question that planted a seed in my brain that germinated and blossomed in my beta-sleep mode. Here it is:

George W. should star in a Christopher Guest-style improvised autobiographical mockumentary/dramedy about a former president (named George W. Bush) who wants to go back to medical school and realize his dream of becoming a private practice podiatrist. It can show him having House-style crisis of faith, Scrubs-style screwball comedy moments and E.R.-style... um, I don’t know since I haven’t watched E.R. in like 25 years, but whatever they’re doing on that show nowadays.

And here’s the kicker, the name of the show will be: “W” M.D.

The marketing writes itself: Have you found “W” M.D.?

Genius!

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It’s Scrubs+the Office+Waiting for Guffman+House+a living nightmare.

Hollywood, once again, you’re welcome.
(You know how to reach me.)

Huzzah.

UPDATE: Twittizen @kevhamm pointed out to me that my brilliant idea was even more brilliant when someone else came up with it a couple days ago. I was unaware of this synergy I assure you. Perhaps it’s just a joke so easy to make that it would have made itself with or without me. Regardless, thanks Hamonwry for killing my buzz. I think I at least deserve props for spending all of 3 minutes putting together that lazily google-image sourced photoshop where I almost matched the skin tones and the head almost fits on the body... sort of... not really. But whatever. Crap. Fear not. There will be more pearls of brilliance in the future, and some of them are bound to be original, right? Maybe a few.

Rats. I got scooped.
Huzzah, again.
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