
Fred Armisen of “Saturday Night Live” looks like Elton John dressed as a lesbian, but that doesn’t seem to affect his love life. When he married Elisabeth Moss last year, there was some cognitive dissonance, but nobody seemed to mind because Moss plays ugly on “Mad Men.” Apparently, Armisen (43) ejaculates diamonds, because he’s split up with Moss after ten months and is now dating 23-year-old “SNL” castmate Abby Elliott, AKA “the cute one.”
“They’ve known each other for a few years from being on SNL together but after the split, Fred sought comfort in Abby. They just started dating a few months ago. “Fred and Abby are getting to know each other in a romantic way and taking things slowly. But they’re enjoying each other’s company. It’s early days,” says a source close to the couple.
A friend of Elisabeth’s tells Life & Style, “Elisabeth is doing great and focused on Mad Men and is enjoying the single life. This news won’t even phase her.” [Life & Style]
Or, more accurately, the news won’t even faze her. Because she’s moved on to a new phase in her life.
Christ. The person who wrote that article gets to tell everyone she meets that she writes for a magazine, as does the copy editor who missed the mistake, as does the editor responsible for it. And everyone they meet is like, “Oh, that seems like a nice job.” And yet every third person I meet is all, “A blogger? You can make money doing that?” Yeah, I can. It’s not the best job, but I’m overqualified for magazine work.



Damn, I’m surprised the word “literally” wasn’t misused in those paragraphs from Life & Style.
I would be proud if I looked like an even gayer version of Fred Schneider and was fucking the result of Chris Elliot’s ejaculate.
Elisabeth Moss does not “play ugly”, she just is. I bought the Blu-Ray boxset of Mad Men last week and have been watching it again, but man, Moss is not helped by Blu-Ray at all.
She’s also a crazy Scientologist so Armisen is lucky to escape without his soul being eaten. If he ever had one.
It’s not the best job, but I’m overqualified for magazine work.
It’s a low bar, granted, but I’m pretty sure being a heterosexual male over-qualifies you for magazine work.
Although you are just about bitchy enough.
In the writer’s defense, it is a quote. And the “friend” in question was probably a publicist. And even the best publicists are two or three kinds of retarded. And maybe the writer just assumed that how it was spelled in the thought bubble over the idiot’s head when it was spoken, but for the [sic].
Or, more likely, none of them knew and our country is becoming dumber than spoons.
I’d marry her just to say I’m related to Chris Elliot. And to have sex with her.
And maybe I didn’t forget the word “is,” or (inexplicably) the second part of “forgot” in my comment, but instead it was a statement on how many Uproxx readers don’t read closely enough to notice such flaws.
Or, more likely, I’m unqualified to levy such criticism.
“Well played, sir.”
/Geoffrey Arend
You might have loved the ESPN News Service article about Percy Harvin’s collapse.
“Migraine, who suffers from severe migraine headaches…”
That’s what Zoe Bartlett gets for cheating on Charlie. Whore
Nicholas Fehn would have been surprised at that headline.
More likely, the copy editor who missed the mistake has been able to tell everyone she meets that she used to work for a magazine until she got laid off when the copy desk was eliminated two years ago. Or maybe that she’s now a writer, copy editor and Web editor. Not that I’m bitter.
Oh, and for what it’s worth, I’m almost positive you make much more than I do. And you deserve it. I’m glad someone who writes online cares about these things.
“Migraine, who suffers from severe migraine headaches…”
Malkovich? Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich.
“Yeah, I can. It’s not the best job, but I’m overqualified for magazine work.”
holy shit! you get paid for this? fuck, man.
Hold on… Fred Armisen is straight?
I write for a news magazine and as I read that I was thinking, “he’s being too hard on us.” Then I tried to take a swig of my diet coke, missed my mouth and spilled it all over my neck and shirt. Yup.