Showing posts with label Joe Millionaire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Millionaire. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2003

Unreality TV

Unreality TV

Well, set your VCRs. No, not for the new Survivor this Thursday (though you know I will)... The final episode of Joe Millinoaire is next Monday, 2/17. This is the one where he picks a chick and tells her he has no money and she has to decide whether or not he's worth it without the money. So if you like seeing money-hungry superficial women caught with their skirt up and their bank accounts open, check it out. Though, I think FOX is up to something. They bill this guy as a construction worker and claim he makes $19,000 a year. Anybody operating that kind of heavy machinery probably goes for at least $40,000 or so. I don't think FOX has been up front with us. My guess is that he has money, and after the chick says that she can't do it because she was really after the money, not just his body, he's gonna say "well, I was just kidding, I really do have a couple mil. Nanny nanny boo-boo." And that's a whole different level of getting screwed. I can't believe I watch this show... I can't believe how much these damn reality shows caught on...


Quote Of the Day 2/10/03

"I'll bet in about five years, they won't even have sitcoms anymore."

-Tone-Def


Only your really high-level productions like 24, Alias and CSI, and your low rent reality TV shows like... oh, let's say Celebrity Mole and the Surreal World. Erosion of the middle class is evident even in TV.


Reading above the lines,

Dustin, Rec Sports.


Still Standing Right Here...

Thursday, February 6, 2003

Subway Show

Subway Show

Well, I reluctantly went to see the Caps play the Canadiens (for my unsportsically inclined, that's a hockey game between DC and Montreal). Such are the trade-offs I must suffer through having a Canadian girlfriend. Anyway, the game was decent. Hockey was played. No one got hurt. I was unaffiliated with either team, so I was just pretty much rooting for a football game to break out, or for a skate to fly off the ice and spear the creators of Joe Millionaire (who may or may not have been there) in the temple. So I went home relatively disappointed. But the subway ride home was probably the best part of the evening. The couple (mid-40s) sitting in front of us decided to put on a show complete with all sorts of sexual innuendos ("it ain't my fault your brother is bigger," to "well, your sister swallows," stuff like that - think QOTD the First Season if you were around then). I would say it was material inappropriate for subway conversation..., but I don't think there is such material. Hell, it's the subway. Anyway, they were leaving the subway, and the guy had gotten out of the station first and ran ahead of his wife (or random play-thing, who am I to assume?). When she got through the turnstiles and came running at him, he yelled loudly and in front of everyone...


Quote Of the Day 2/6/03

"STOP FOLLOWING ME, I ALREADY GAVE YOU YOUR $50!"

-Random Tactless Funny Man


To which she replied "I know. It wasn't worth it." I'm still not sure if that makes sense.


Seeking less sexual in your end o's,

Screaming Cricket.


Still Standing Right Here...

Monday, January 6, 2003

The Prodigal Sorcerer Returns

The Prodigal Sorcerer Returns

So I was 45 minutes into the first episode of Joe Millionaire, which I had taped earlier tonight so I could run back to pay the rent at our place, which by the way has been heatless during the coldest six days of the year, before returning to Steph's (sorta new g/f) where we also had the season premiere of Dead Zone from last night to watch afterwards, when suddenly I realized... my television watching addiction has gotten out of hand (so has this sentence). I blame the media. But seriously, I actually blame my VCR. I thought the realization that I could videotape stuff that I missed would help my social life, because now I could go out and watch Law & Order: Underwater Crimes when I got back from wherever I would have went if I had this theoretic social life and instead skip some of my other addictions. Like sleep (and work). But what has happened instead is that I've become a master of the record timer, setting up sometimes 6 programs in one night so I can watch them all when I get back from work. Steph loves this. I have over 65 hours of backlogged tapes to watch when I'm finished this e-mail. And 15 minutes of those belong to a show called Joe Millionaire, the rock bottom epitome of all reality TV shows (the rock bottom of TV as it is). And so I realized the former addiction that I've been neglecting for so long. That's where you guys come in.

So I'm gonna try to keep doing this again (yeah, right) to stay away from such horrible habits. I'm sure if my parents knew I was watching Joe Millionaire, they'd probably rather I was on crack. So anyway, I was talking to Kevin, who is in the Seminary, preparing to be a minister (that's actually not a joke) and we were watching the news on any given night of the week and heard that another priest was caught pulling an R. Kelly (but with a boy, of course). So I asked Kevin what the difference between a minister and a priest was with respect to altar boys...


Quote Of the Day 1/6/03

"Ministers don't get caught."

-He of the future cloth


Man I hope God has a sense of humor.


Back again,

Slim Gimpy.


Still Standing Right Here...