I’m in the capable hands of Local 1 this morning, explicitly forbade from touching anything and currently hiding behind pipe and drape somewhere in the basement of 30 Rock. Given that call time was 3 freaking A.M., I’m happy to embrace my uselessness, and that, for the next few hours, it’s legally required.

My Hurry Up and Wait National TV checklist:

one minimally intellectually taxing book of moderate length.
a can-do attitude unaided by narcotics.
A reflective surface in a well-lit room, where I can look at and audibly reassure myself that I haven’t wasted my life.

The Al Stone electric experience performs live on the Today Show, well, today, and our three minutes and twenty seconds of glory will be available on all streaming platforms for the next little while.