Like a Cake Shop without any Cakes.

“We’ve noticed the less we say about the future of the show, the more people want to talk about it, so in an effort to reverse this trend we are today announcing that we won’t be returning for a 3rd season. We’re very proud of the two seasons we made and we like the way the show ended.” Bret? Jemaine? Murray? Alas, nobody’s present: The Kiwi powers-that-be have pulled the plug on a Flight of the Conchords Season 3 (although they will remain, in real, non-HBO life, the bane of the novelty music paparazzi.) Ah well, it was a good run.

The Conchords Fly Again.

Bret? Present. Jemaine? Present. Murray and Mel? Present. Figwit? Present. Ziggy-era Bowie? Present. The novelty-music paparazzi? Present. All the ladies in the world? Present. It sounds like everyone who’s anyone is present and accounted for, so cue the second season premiere of Flight of the Conchords, now on FunnyorDie through the 21st (and appearing on HBO beginning January 18.) I haven’t watched it yet, but i believe I’ll do so directly.

Figwit, get an eyepatch.

Wait, what? Maybe I’m just late to the plastic pantomime, but my sister informed me over the holidays that Bret McKenzie of Flight of the Conchords was previously Figwit(!) Strangely enough, I’d never made that mental connection. In any case, in honor of one of my two favorite new shows of 2007 (the other being Mad Men), here’s one of the funnier television moments of the year: Jemaine as Bowie (Ashes, Labyrinth.) It is quite freaky, isn’t it?