On last week's episode of Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me!
, Peter Sagal announced Carrie Fisher as the guest with:
"Let me take you back, if I can, to 1977 in a theater in suburban New Jersey, where a 12-year-old boy is watching Star Wars for the tenth time. Now, like many of the other adolescent boys around him he's engaging in some wild thoughts about Carrie Fisher, who played Princess Leia. But his thought are different from the rest. He's not dreaming of daring rescues or metal bikinis, he's dreaming of someday, maybe, being able to ask her silly questions about something she knows nothing about.
Dood, I hate these movies and even I know that fantasy is implausible in 1977 because the metal bikini is from 1983's Return of the Jedi
. Heck, even The Wife turned to me and said "1977? That's not right." Totally took us out of the show. This is especially egregious because it's a prepared intro, not an off-the-cuff slip of the tongue.
Then at the end of the show is this exchange:
Sagal: The ashes of Gene Roddenberry, the creator of blank, will be launched into space with those of his wife Majel Barrett.
Roy Blount, Jr.: Star Wars.
Right!!!!???!!!!??! Right!!!!???!!!!??! Carl Kasell
had to catch the error. Embarrassing.
And a note to Carrie Fisher. Isn't this like the tenth book you've written about how fucked up your life is/was? I get the whole "write what you know" but isn't it time to learn something new? I admit I did enjoy the anecdote about your parents having Cary Grant call to ask you to stop using LSD.