katernater: (cool (rdj) // Bitches love me)
If, for some god awful reason, I ever end up in a vegetative state, I would like to have the entire ten hour series of VH1's I Love The New Millennium plugged directly into my brain so that, you know, I can remember the stuff that I forgot happened during the last two months or so. This shit is more up to date than MSNBC. I have been watching this show for the last two hours and have come to realize that there is nothing that I like better than seeing D-list celebrities come up with funny diatribes about the year that Ashton Kutcher made the trucker hat into a popular, if not temporary, fashion accessory.

In the interim, when VH1 launches into a commercial break long enough to allow members of the Senate to long-wind three to four key issues on CSPAN, I have been watching Engaged & Underage and Ghost Hunters. Engaged & Underage makes Ghost Hunters look like Masterpiece Theater by comparison. Also, someone is always fucking singing on Scrubs. What's up with that?

In an attempt to stave off thoughts of seppuku by PDA stylus, I have gotten hold of the first three episodes of Blackpool, which I will use as a palliative measure against bad American television. Because, I mean, Jesus, are you even watching this show? Allon-fucking-sy, people. Get on that shit.

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katernater: (bad day // Your voice is grating)
Watching Gene Simmons do laundry and make a grilled cheese sandwich is not as exciting as A&E would like it to be. It's kind of like watching my dad do laundry. Complete with the ten minutes of staring at the dials to make sure that everything is "flight ready."

His son, however. I could watch that kid put on makeup and ostentatious costume jewelry all day.

Elsewhere on cable, I've been watching at least three hours of Dirty Jobs and, I have to say: Mike Rowe? I think I could be dirtier. I'm just saying. Call me. I'll send brochures.

Whence did all this boob tube commentary originate? I went to the doctor this morning because of a sore throat -- which seemed very much like the sore throat I had about a month ago -- only to find out that it was exactly like the sore throat I had about a month ago. Only worse. And requiring more costly antibiotics. So I came home, more run down about the cost of medication than the cultures setting up communities and putting on plays in my throat, and decided that I should spend the rest of the day wallowing in syndicated self pity. So! It's six hours of The Discovery Channel with a long-tongued demonic chaser.

'Pretty much a typical Sunday.

[ETA:]
From a commercial for life insurance:

Woman 1: "You have life insurance?"
Woman 2" "Sure. Honey, it costs just as much to bury a woman as it does to bury a man."

Not true. Burying a man requires a bigger bag of cement.


[ETA 2:]
I don't really buy Pierce Brosnan as a seismologist.

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