Archive for the ‘Television’ Category

CNN Finally Lost Me, I Think

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Wow. Both of the big “news” outlets regularly annoy me with the heavy-handed, pointed interviews. But CNN? You clinched it for me this afternoon.

No, it wasn’t another Molson-drinking squirrel.

It was the Rick Sanchez replacement. Brooke Baldwin’s interview with Republican candidate Iott was over the top. I’m not defending this guy’s politics, but way to imply that those who participate in historical reenactment are Nazi sympathizers if they dress up as SS for a reenactment. It’s not like he was wearing this stuff to a costume party; he’s a re-enactor. Icing on the cake? Pointedly drag the guy’s kid into it.

So, Brooke, when you gonna have Kenneth Branagh, Stanley Tucci, and Colin Firth on the show to ask about their stints as Nazis on TV in Conspiracy? They dressed up as Nazis. They must be anti-Semites.

So disappointing and insulting to me as a lover of history. From a journalism and political point of view, I just don’t get it. Is this what it’s come to? Is the Left that desperate? So sad. If you have a problem with the man’s politics, discuss that. (And he tried, in his interview with her, to discuss his campaign with her. She promptly cut him off.) But no, Brooke, choose to grasp at straws and bring the guy’s kid into it, too.

Brooke followed that up with a hard-hitting story about a guy on fire jumping out of a window. As a stunt. I know how to use YouTube if I want to see people on fire. Don’t worry – I’m not switching over to Fox, but why can’t there be a nice middle-of-the-road news outlet that actually reports real news?

And most of all, the mud-slinging, and tearing down of those with opposing viewpoints in our country is becoming more and more alarming to me. When is it going to stop, so that we can move forward?

Dear CNN

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

Dear CNN, please rethink your use of the term, “Breaking News.” If a man with a foreboding voice comes on my TV saying “Breaking News,” I damn well better see blood, guts, death, destruction. Not that Lexus is no longer making a particular type of car. Are you kidding me? Breaking news? Shouldn’t breaking news be reserved for public safety issues?


And while we’re at it, i don’t want you to hawk crappy music to me during bumper music. I don’t give a shit what your a.m. playlist is. . .

You are becoming a joke.

Attention! Very Last-Minute Addition to my Christmas List!

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

I want, I need, I love this.

I have to have it.

This makes no sense unless you watch Friday Night Lights. It is my favorite show. I don’t currently really watch it, because we don’t have it because Comcast sucks donkey dongs. I don’t understand why, but it is on a channel that we don’t get, and so I have been going through life trying to avoid at all costs hearing what is happening on the show until the new year, when Friday Night Lights will be on my very own television in my very own house.

At the lake my parents have satellite and they for some reason get the show, which is funny, because they don’t watch it. But I guess I set it up to record it while I was living there, and it recorded some of this season’s episodes. There were five of them from the new season on the DVR this weekend. There were some missing, presumably because my parents were watching CSI Special Crimes Mentalist Victim Unit Criminal Bones Minds Miami and the message mentioning that it was going to record Friday Night Lights came on, and Dad said, “What the hell is this shit?” and selected “Cancel Recording.”

I stared guiltily at those five episodes in the guide for a while. I was obviously at a precipice. I could walk away from the cliff. I realized that I should walk away.

Except that I might have accidentally watched four episodes of it before i realized that. (I was kind of like Saracen when he opened the box in that fourth episode that I wasn’t supposed to watch.) And I would have watched the fifth, but i had to nerd out on some stars.

I just couldn’t help myself. It is shameful, but I love that show so much, I even taught my kids, who are already confused enough by football allegiances, that my second favorite team is the Dillon Panthers. And now Coach Taylor has gone across the tracks to coach football at the other high school in town, East Dillon. The Lions, in case you are wondering, as my kids will when they find out my allegiances will change to from Dillon High to East Dillon.

So, when I read Melanie’s Fashion Friday edition I Can’t Feel My Face post on Big Mama, and came across her #7 choice, well, let’s just say i never knew that there was a hole in my t-shirt collection until I saw it. I have to have it.

My poor, poor confused children will have to deal.

This Makes The Suffering Worthwhile

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

I rocked back and forth. I chewed my fingernails. Groaned, moaned, and covered my eyes a few times. I scared the cats with my vocal outbursts. My cussing woke up the children one time.

All of it, the whole Godforsaken game, one of the most harrowing Bulldog games I have ever watched, was worth it after a win, and seeing this little gem:

Ah, there is nothing sweeter than victory over one’s nemesis. Nothing.

Saturday Morning Cartoons

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Some things don’t change. I like that.

Thanks, CNN

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

I had about ten minutes to check the news this morning. Some very important news-related items learned this morning:

1 clip from The Daily Show, making fun of the dire straits we are in according to Obama’s last speech. (For those who don’t understand, that is basically the news showing a clip of a man who makes his living spoofing the news.)

1 clip on how more Americans are going to bartending school in this economy.

1 squirrel drinking a Molson out of a can.

Thanks, CNN.


Sunday, January 25th, 2009
You Are Sun

You have a past history of being secretive and deceptive.

You’re the type of person who will protect yourself at all costs.

While you can be crafty when you need to, you are usually giving, friendly, and likable.

You truly care for other people, and you are very sensitive.

People tend to underestimate you. You seem like a fragile flower, but you’re not.

You are gutsy and clever. You have a way of getting what you want without anyone noticing.

Who Are You on LOST?
Via Mostly Muppet, who posted a great summary of the recent Lost episodes. And no, i don’t think I’m a Sun, but maybe I am. . .

This Pretty Much Sums It Up

Friday, February 8th, 2008

I’m the kind of girl who has a leftover dinner of mac and cheese, okra and blackeyed peas, green beans, one can artichoke hearts, and a glass of Chardonnay.

Dessert? One bigass heaping spoon of crunchy peanut butter in a bowl, drizzled with honey and a splash of Kahlua, and a squirt of canned whipped cream, and another glass of Chardonnay.

All of this is of course consumed during one episode of Masterpiece Theatre’s Complete Jane Austen’s seriesNorthanger Abbey, followed by the season premiere of Rock of Love 2. That one’s on VH1, which means not only am i cheesy, but I am old and cheesy.

Okay, I’m Out.

Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

I’m gonna go ahead and out myself before someone else does.

I watch American Idol.

I have never watched it until this season. I thought it was stupid, mindless, and indicative of just about everything that is wrong in this world. I still think that. But in a moment of weakness, I started watching the first few weeks when they were still auditioning the really crappy whack jobs who think they are good singers. I got roped in, just like crack. Pop always told me to stay off dope, but he never warned me about American Idol.

Even so, I was able to watch with some indifference as people were voted off each week. Until this week. Cute little Chris. Not that great a singer, but Good God that boy is gonna take the teenybopper’s money with a flash of that shy smile. Phil, devoted father and husband of two little girls? The tragedy!

Even more indicative of my addiction? If that spoiled brat Jordin (hate names spelled “uneekly!”) doesn’t get voted off next, I’m . . . still going to watch anyway.


Victim’s Reparations

Tuesday, March 6th, 2007

I think Comcast should pay some kind of reparations for the crap we have dealt with this week. First of all, the cable goes out while the kids and todd go out of town. So, I actually had to find stuff to do with myself. Like read. Or leave the house.

Then, we find out we can’t have service fixed until today. So, all of the shows that I normally watch or record are not being watched or recorded. Battlestar, Saturday Night Live, Brothers and Sisters, American Idol, Prison Break – All missed episodes. Not to mention that the box was supposedly messed up, so they gave us a new one, meaning that everything we had already recorded was now wiped out: Prison Break and two American Idols from last week, Lost, The Office, Scrubs, Grey’s Anatomy (five episodes I hadn’t watched!!!!). All disappeared forever into the ether.

Then, the guy gets here and tells us that our cable has been cut, which is why we don’t have service. Which I could have told him, because I had already tried watching cable over the weekend the old-fashioned way, just running the cable directly to the t.v. – No signal. But he had already killed my old box with the recordings on it. GRRRRRR.

Icing on top? We have a whole new cable from the tap to our house, but they are going to have to come out on March 15th to bury the whole damn thing. And it runs all the way from the box, around the left side of our house, around the back, and back down the right side of the house. So, more than halfway around the house has to be re-trenched.

If somebody fucks up my azaleas and hydrangeas, I am really gonna flip.

Makes me wonder if the boob tube is really worth it.