Like, when you’re zoned out watching TV at way past your bedtime.
And you’re dozing wide awake.
With Talking Heads’ “Psycho Killer” running through your brain.
And suddenly there’s a black screen in front of you.
With just a microphone stand illuminated by a spotlight.
And Fred Armisen walks up to it.
Dressed in a gray suit and white shoes, and with his hair all slicked back.
And he taps the mic, deadpans the camera, and quietly says, “It’s actually pronounced Port-LAN-ja.”