Are we obsessed with Reality Television? Have we given up on having a life so we can watch others play at having one on the Boob Tube? Is there no end into what they are willing to show and what we are willing to watch?
What can be next?
I know, I have a few “Faves” I rather enjoy.
“The Apprentice” is clearly heads and a dose above most and the occasional, ‘How bad can you sing, Idol?’ show can be entertaining.
I like Trump.
He is a pretty strong reason to not worry about hair loss.
And how can you not like a guy who was kind enough to buy up all the furniture at Liberace’s estate sale? Admit it, somewhere during the course of the show you see someone that reminds you of someone you have worked with.
But like so many shows, it is just like work. Well, OK, maybe not the fat naked gay guy; but, hey, close enough. The cream rarely rises to the top with that much politics thrown into the mix. At some point, even the ‘best of the best’ will learn to simply survive or go into full time Consulting.
I find all the “I’m lonely and please fill my house with good looking singles, so I can pretend I give a shit when I boot them out one at a time” shows are a bit full of themselves. I say, let’s fill the House full of dim lights, pool tables and condom machines in really bad, smelling bathrooms and call that Reality TV.
Oh, wait, that would be Surreal Life on VH1. Or, my life in the 70’s and 80’s.
I guess, I am as big a sucker for these shows as I am for a good Infomercial.
So, you are saying I can lose 40 pounds by taking just 4 of these pills a day? Where do I sign up?
And, if I order now, I can get the ‘Wizanator’ (it stores clean urine just so I can pass a drug test). Well, how cool is that?
One of the above is actually a product you can buy.
Anyways, if you want nonrealistic TV, try CNN or Fox.
Either way, you will get the left or right view of the news.
Man, do I miss the days of Walter Cronkite.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
Oh those wacky Royals
Source the BBC
Q&A: Charles and Camilla
New rules mean the prince could marry Mrs. Parker Bowles in church
The Prince of Wales is to marry Camilla Parker Bowles, Clarence House has announced. Here's a guide to the story.
Have they both been married before?
Prince Charles married Diana Spencer in 1981 but they separated in 1992 and were divorced in 1996. Mrs. Parker Bowles married Andrew Parker Bowles, a former Silver Stick-in-Waiting to the Queen, in 1973 and the pair divorced in 1995.
Per the request, of a reader from Scotland, we will be looking at the wonderful world of the UK.
The above story was one of three , regarding the upcoming nuptials, out of five that were headlines on the BBC.
And you thought they were a serious lot over there.
Hey, the best we got is Ben and Jen. Or does the Bush family fall under the heading of the Royal Family here? Regardless, I have always enjoyed the escapades of the House of Windsor. I am never sure why they have ‘Royals’; but since they are there, why not enjoy the whole song and dance of it all.
I’m uncertain about many things when it comes to Royalty.
Do you think anyone ever calls Prince Charles, “Wing Nut”, in regards to his ears?
Wouldn’t it be tough not to?
What exactly the does Prince Phillip do? Does he ever get annoyed because he is only a prince as opposed to a queen, sorry, I meant King.
Well, I could belabor the point here, but one thing jumped out at me in the above article.
What the hell is a former Silver Stick-in-Waiting?
Sorry, I must have missed that one in my British history class. Do you study for this?
Is there someone who has a silver stick and isn’t waiting? And, if so, what does one do with their silver stick when they are done waiting?
How many silver sticks are waiting and how long has this gone on?
Can you be too old and if so, is it a tarnishing issue??
Do they make a silver stick polish?
And they make fun of the Scots for wearing kilts.
Q&A: Charles and Camilla
New rules mean the prince could marry Mrs. Parker Bowles in church
The Prince of Wales is to marry Camilla Parker Bowles, Clarence House has announced. Here's a guide to the story.
Have they both been married before?
Prince Charles married Diana Spencer in 1981 but they separated in 1992 and were divorced in 1996. Mrs. Parker Bowles married Andrew Parker Bowles, a former Silver Stick-in-Waiting to the Queen, in 1973 and the pair divorced in 1995.
Per the request, of a reader from Scotland, we will be looking at the wonderful world of the UK.
The above story was one of three , regarding the upcoming nuptials, out of five that were headlines on the BBC.
And you thought they were a serious lot over there.
Hey, the best we got is Ben and Jen. Or does the Bush family fall under the heading of the Royal Family here? Regardless, I have always enjoyed the escapades of the House of Windsor. I am never sure why they have ‘Royals’; but since they are there, why not enjoy the whole song and dance of it all.
I’m uncertain about many things when it comes to Royalty.
Do you think anyone ever calls Prince Charles, “Wing Nut”, in regards to his ears?
Wouldn’t it be tough not to?
What exactly the does Prince Phillip do? Does he ever get annoyed because he is only a prince as opposed to a queen, sorry, I meant King.
Well, I could belabor the point here, but one thing jumped out at me in the above article.
What the hell is a former Silver Stick-in-Waiting?
Sorry, I must have missed that one in my British history class. Do you study for this?
Is there someone who has a silver stick and isn’t waiting? And, if so, what does one do with their silver stick when they are done waiting?
How many silver sticks are waiting and how long has this gone on?
Can you be too old and if so, is it a tarnishing issue??
Do they make a silver stick polish?
And they make fun of the Scots for wearing kilts.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Random
Just some thoughts…
Never attempt to be more than the greater sum of all your parts.
Work hard to keep the parts in some semblance of working order.
Never, never take your press clippings too seriously. Your fifteen minutes of fame should never be worth your soul.
Believe in the person that you know you are and not the one others wish to make you into.
Never be defined by one incident in your life, it is merely a small part of the miracle that is you.
Stand for something; too many sit through all the tough moments.
If you are going to be a friend, be a true one.
Accept the good with the bad and never let the shadow of night catch you in a lie about anyone.
Learn from your pets.
Do not underestimate the treasure of a true friendship; they tend to be a rare find.
There is no such thing as a white lie. No more than there is being a touch pregnant.
Silence is not consent; it is an absence of involvement. Somehow that lacks imagination.
Be filled with wonder, it goes a long way to fighting old age.
Avoid the U-Scan aisle at Wal-Mart. Better yet, avoid Wal-Mart.
Believe in God and never let anyone tell you who your God should be.
Dancing is the best form of exercise; never lose sight of the joys of the “Funky Chicken.”
Never attempt to be more than the greater sum of all your parts.
Work hard to keep the parts in some semblance of working order.
Never, never take your press clippings too seriously. Your fifteen minutes of fame should never be worth your soul.
Believe in the person that you know you are and not the one others wish to make you into.
Never be defined by one incident in your life, it is merely a small part of the miracle that is you.
Stand for something; too many sit through all the tough moments.
If you are going to be a friend, be a true one.
Accept the good with the bad and never let the shadow of night catch you in a lie about anyone.
Learn from your pets.
Do not underestimate the treasure of a true friendship; they tend to be a rare find.
There is no such thing as a white lie. No more than there is being a touch pregnant.
Silence is not consent; it is an absence of involvement. Somehow that lacks imagination.
Be filled with wonder, it goes a long way to fighting old age.
Avoid the U-Scan aisle at Wal-Mart. Better yet, avoid Wal-Mart.
Believe in God and never let anyone tell you who your God should be.
Dancing is the best form of exercise; never lose sight of the joys of the “Funky Chicken.”
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
The Return Of The BLues
Owners file lawsuit to support 'Naked Karaoke' event
By Noreen Gillespie, Associated Press Writer, 10/30/2003
BERLIN, Conn. -- You can leave your hat on.
The rules of naked karaoke are simple: Amateur singers grab a microphone, sans clothing, and belt out tunes in the buff.
Bristol Station Cafe owner Marty St. Pierre says he was just kidding around when he advertised such an event in front of his bar. Then he got volunteers. Lots of them.
"It honestly started out as a joke," he said. "But there were people signing up, so I just let it run."
The planned event struck a sour note with the establishment's neighbors, who called Town Hall to complain. Soon, St. Pierre got a visit from town authorities, who said he could face fines or arrest if he operated the naked musical performance without a permit.
Well, now and how did I not see this coming? And what type of permit exactly does one need for the aforementioned competition? Depending on the physical makeup of the clientele, would a livestock permit do the trick? Would it be a “Mooooving” Violation? Would the number one song be “Thanks for the Mammary"?
What amazes me here is the huge amount of fuss this whole thing creates.
Yesterday, in Virginia, a state law was introduced that frankly scares me just a little. Virginia lawmakers passed a bill authorizing a $50 fine for anyone who displays his or her underpants in a "lewd or indecent manner".
Are we going to be staring at a whole new set of “Blue Laws”? Is there no end in sight? (Pun very much intended.)
Can we look forward to the return of Anita Bryant soon? You can’t squeeze those oranges, my friend.
I feel like a guy, who started out his journey on a plane full of my peers and it has been hijacked by a group of religious extremists. The thing about extreme religious folks is their commonality. The ability to use God, regardless of what name you call your God, as a reason to go after anything you disagree with just frightens me. I have a major breakdown when it comes to extreme views. I don’t much care if it comes from the Middle East or the Midwest.
So if a group of folks want to sing “At This Moment”, off key and stark naked, how am I hurt by this?
Do I care if ole Ted from the Feed Store and Wanda from the Diner sing a nice rendition of “Blowing in the Wind”, sans the work wear? How does this affect my life?
I’m pretty sure we have better things to do.
As for me, I’m off to work on my golf ball collection and perhaps get the lyrics down to “Requiem for the Masses”.
By Noreen Gillespie, Associated Press Writer, 10/30/2003
BERLIN, Conn. -- You can leave your hat on.
The rules of naked karaoke are simple: Amateur singers grab a microphone, sans clothing, and belt out tunes in the buff.
Bristol Station Cafe owner Marty St. Pierre says he was just kidding around when he advertised such an event in front of his bar. Then he got volunteers. Lots of them.
"It honestly started out as a joke," he said. "But there were people signing up, so I just let it run."
The planned event struck a sour note with the establishment's neighbors, who called Town Hall to complain. Soon, St. Pierre got a visit from town authorities, who said he could face fines or arrest if he operated the naked musical performance without a permit.
Well, now and how did I not see this coming? And what type of permit exactly does one need for the aforementioned competition? Depending on the physical makeup of the clientele, would a livestock permit do the trick? Would it be a “Mooooving” Violation? Would the number one song be “Thanks for the Mammary"?
What amazes me here is the huge amount of fuss this whole thing creates.
Yesterday, in Virginia, a state law was introduced that frankly scares me just a little. Virginia lawmakers passed a bill authorizing a $50 fine for anyone who displays his or her underpants in a "lewd or indecent manner".
Are we going to be staring at a whole new set of “Blue Laws”? Is there no end in sight? (Pun very much intended.)
Can we look forward to the return of Anita Bryant soon? You can’t squeeze those oranges, my friend.
I feel like a guy, who started out his journey on a plane full of my peers and it has been hijacked by a group of religious extremists. The thing about extreme religious folks is their commonality. The ability to use God, regardless of what name you call your God, as a reason to go after anything you disagree with just frightens me. I have a major breakdown when it comes to extreme views. I don’t much care if it comes from the Middle East or the Midwest.
So if a group of folks want to sing “At This Moment”, off key and stark naked, how am I hurt by this?
Do I care if ole Ted from the Feed Store and Wanda from the Diner sing a nice rendition of “Blowing in the Wind”, sans the work wear? How does this affect my life?
I’m pretty sure we have better things to do.
As for me, I’m off to work on my golf ball collection and perhaps get the lyrics down to “Requiem for the Masses”.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Pass the Bud Light and Cialis
Lets talk Super Bowl.
At our house, all is well in the land of people obsessed with teams from Boston. There will be no break for those of us who tire of this… Red Sox this, Patriots that, blah blah blah blah. I am thrilled your team won; now, can we just let it go?
I think Andy Reid, coach of the Eagles, does not own a watch, or missed the concept of not using up the clock while trailing. I can only assume someone must have noticed the time just tick-tocking away. Or, was I the only one who wondered what point spread Reid had bet on this game?
The game itself was pretty good. This, of course, comes from someone who usually watches the game for the commercials.
The halftime show was ok. And some of the commercials were pretty cute. Apparently, the most Tivo’d ad was the Godaddy.com, where an actress breaks a strap and comes close to exposure. The commercial was to run again during the broadcast, but was yanked by the NFL after complaints from the FCC. And you thought the play calling was tough.
Ok, let me be the first to say that I think this safe and sane approach to the Super Bowl was kinda boring. I didn’t get too excited about the whole Janet Jackson-thing last year and was frankly amazed at the entire “scandal” it caused. I believe the best comment following the entire thing was from a Washington Post writer, who said he had little trouble trying to explain the wardrobe malfunction to his kids as compared to trying to explain a 4-hour erection, compliments of the folks from Cialis.
Wood is good. Boobs are bad? Yikes I am seriously confused.
At our house, all is well in the land of people obsessed with teams from Boston. There will be no break for those of us who tire of this… Red Sox this, Patriots that, blah blah blah blah. I am thrilled your team won; now, can we just let it go?
I think Andy Reid, coach of the Eagles, does not own a watch, or missed the concept of not using up the clock while trailing. I can only assume someone must have noticed the time just tick-tocking away. Or, was I the only one who wondered what point spread Reid had bet on this game?
The game itself was pretty good. This, of course, comes from someone who usually watches the game for the commercials.
The halftime show was ok. And some of the commercials were pretty cute. Apparently, the most Tivo’d ad was the Godaddy.com, where an actress breaks a strap and comes close to exposure. The commercial was to run again during the broadcast, but was yanked by the NFL after complaints from the FCC. And you thought the play calling was tough.
Ok, let me be the first to say that I think this safe and sane approach to the Super Bowl was kinda boring. I didn’t get too excited about the whole Janet Jackson-thing last year and was frankly amazed at the entire “scandal” it caused. I believe the best comment following the entire thing was from a Washington Post writer, who said he had little trouble trying to explain the wardrobe malfunction to his kids as compared to trying to explain a 4-hour erection, compliments of the folks from Cialis.
Wood is good. Boobs are bad? Yikes I am seriously confused.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
A Little Dark Humor
This is an old joke. I like it, so I will retell it.
Ten years ago, a young man heads up into the foothills near his home to go hunting. He has never hunted before, but it is something he feels will go a long way towards defining who he is.
As he enters a clearing, he sees a brown bear at the edge of the tree line. He slowly and carefully takes aim, shoots and kills the bear. He then proceeds to load the bear into his truck and take it to have it stuffed.
Later that evening as he is getting out of his truck to enter his home, a large polar bear appears from the shadows. The bear looks at him and begins to speak. “You killed one of my smaller brothers today, Ted, and now, I’m going to make you pay, so you never do this again.”
The bear then proceeds to beat Ted senseless. The bear leaves Ted battered and broken in his driveway and then slips back into the cover of night. It takes months for Ted to fully recover, all the while giving him time to reflect on everything that has occurred.
The following spring, Ted once again gets his rifle and heads off into the woods, determined to define himself as a man. Once again he enters the clearing and this time he spots a larger black bear. He aims and kills the bear. He then takes it to be stuffed.
He arrives home and once again the polar bear slips out of the darkness.
“You seem to have forgotten our last meeting,” states the bear. “I will say it once more, you killed another bear and you are going to have to pay.”
The bear then proceeds to not only beat Ted, but this time sexually assaults him. Leaving Ted even more broken and hurt. The bear slinks away.
Months later, Ted is almost completely recovered and vows to himself, he will never go hunting again.
The following spring, despite his better judgment, Ted once again heads to the clearing with rifle in hand.
He kills yet another bear, has it stuffed and heads home to await his attack. This time the attack is more brutal and depraved. Ted barely survives.
This pattern continues over the years. In spite of his best intentions, Ted seems powerless to curb his need for the hunt.
Finally, after another successful hunting trip, Ted heads to his home.
Waiting for him is the Polar bear.
The bear looks at Ted and says, “ It stopped being about the hunting a long time ago, didn’t it Ted?”
Ten years ago, a young man heads up into the foothills near his home to go hunting. He has never hunted before, but it is something he feels will go a long way towards defining who he is.
As he enters a clearing, he sees a brown bear at the edge of the tree line. He slowly and carefully takes aim, shoots and kills the bear. He then proceeds to load the bear into his truck and take it to have it stuffed.
Later that evening as he is getting out of his truck to enter his home, a large polar bear appears from the shadows. The bear looks at him and begins to speak. “You killed one of my smaller brothers today, Ted, and now, I’m going to make you pay, so you never do this again.”
The bear then proceeds to beat Ted senseless. The bear leaves Ted battered and broken in his driveway and then slips back into the cover of night. It takes months for Ted to fully recover, all the while giving him time to reflect on everything that has occurred.
The following spring, Ted once again gets his rifle and heads off into the woods, determined to define himself as a man. Once again he enters the clearing and this time he spots a larger black bear. He aims and kills the bear. He then takes it to be stuffed.
He arrives home and once again the polar bear slips out of the darkness.
“You seem to have forgotten our last meeting,” states the bear. “I will say it once more, you killed another bear and you are going to have to pay.”
The bear then proceeds to not only beat Ted, but this time sexually assaults him. Leaving Ted even more broken and hurt. The bear slinks away.
Months later, Ted is almost completely recovered and vows to himself, he will never go hunting again.
The following spring, despite his better judgment, Ted once again heads to the clearing with rifle in hand.
He kills yet another bear, has it stuffed and heads home to await his attack. This time the attack is more brutal and depraved. Ted barely survives.
This pattern continues over the years. In spite of his best intentions, Ted seems powerless to curb his need for the hunt.
Finally, after another successful hunting trip, Ted heads to his home.
Waiting for him is the Polar bear.
The bear looks at Ted and says, “ It stopped being about the hunting a long time ago, didn’t it Ted?”
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