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"FacebookPinterest\n\nWe live in bleakly vaudevillian times\u2014a fact pretty much confirmed with each passing awards show. These days, you can't soft-shoe anywhere without hitting Hugh Jackman high-kicking or Seth MacFarlane trying to Bob Hope-ify the segue to Best Documentary. Which is why we're more than ready for wiseacre Seth Meyers, who at 40 will host this month's Primetime Emmys for the first time. The guy can't sing. The guy can't dance. (\"I can't sing or dance,\" he confirms, in case you thought we were taking liberties.) His prep for hosting will involve no boas, kick-ball-changes, or stunty gags designed for Twitter, because \"nothing is more uncomfortable to watch than people who unsuccessfully aim for viral.\" But Meyers can drop a searing, lovably asshole-ish monologue on you like the professional late-night emcee that he is, and that is a lost awards-show art. He did it twice at the ESPYs and once at the White House Correspondents' Dinner (a speech that did go viral), and he's right this minute in a joke bunker with his Late Night writers, preparing to do it again. Goal: uh, \"just really well-written jokes.\"\n\nIt's old-school, maybe, but there's some gamesmanship involved. As a man who's not only won an Emmy (for a 2011 Justin Timberlake SNL-monologue song) but also sat in the room and lost a whole bunch of others, he says he can set his watch by when the audience sours: \"As the night goes on, more people are upset because they haven't won\u2014but the monologue is the one time of the night when everyone is in a really good mood. And positive. And optimistic.\" Perfect time to swoop in and crush some spirits.\n\nFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterest"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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