Aaah! I just remembered that this Saturday, SNL will gift us Paul Rudd and One Direction on a silver late-night platter. The idea of watching the twinkly eyed Anchorman 2 star get up to mischief for 90 minutes—interrupted only by One Direction, in festive coordinated outfits, hopefully harmonizing on "Story of My Life"—just got me so excited, I used "gift" as a verb. And I hate when people do that. Look, between you and me, I think Vanessa Bayer is really getting out her Paul-crush anxiety when she shrieks into her pillow, but either way you haven't lived until you've seen Paul scream "Fangirling!" and fall over.