Posts Tagged ‘TV’


I love the 00s.

  Man. I should not ever watch TV. Amy’s been watching the second round of “I Love The 80s” on VH1, and it was pretty cool. I am suitably ashamed of growing up in the 80s, and I remember enough of it to be able to laugh at myself and my contemporaries. In short, it’s a good time. So, when we turned on the TV this morning, and “I Love 1974″ was on, we thought it would be fun, too. And it was. Until noon, when “1975″ came on.
  I was born in 1975, and that year sucked ass. Everything about it was awful. It’s gotten so bad that Amy has taken to yelling out when the infrequent good things, like Jaws and “Saturday Night Live” show up. She can see my humiliation and shame at the suckitude of my birth year, and she is valiantly trying to bolster my spirits. She’s cool like that. But, god damn. There was so much about 1975 that sucked.
  For me, the thing that really sums it up is something that VH1 overlooked. In 1975, there were no new quarters. “What?” you’re saying. “That’s… hang on a minute.” Don’t worry, I’ll wait while you sort through the change in your swear jar. Look all you want. You’re not going to find a 1975 quarter. Why? Because the U.S. Mint was too busy gearing up to crank out bicentennial quarters, so they decided to skip the series 1975. If you buy one of the boxes that contains a mounted set of all the coins from a certain year, the 1975 box has a 1976 bicentennial quarter in it. The Mint knew that 1975 sucked, so they decided to skip it altogether. 19 years later, I spent an entire summer searching through the change I got pumping gas before I found out the truth. It made me a sad, quarterless panda.

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Are You There God? It’s Me, Marguerite

  Marguerite Perrin, the self proclaimed “God Warrior” who earned a peculiar kind of notoriety with her deranged evangelical ranting on Fox’s Trading Spouses, has just released a rap CD.
  None of the four horsemen would comment on the record, but sources close to the quartet confirm that they have, in fact, been saddled up and ready to go for some time, and are merely awaiting “the call.”


It’s not just me…

  As I was flipping in and out of the big awards last night, I found myself chuckling heartily at Jon Stewart, while the crowd in the theater was giggling halfheartedly at best. It led me to believe that Stewart would be getting much bigger laughs if the audience didn’t take itself so seriously. Lo and behold, MSNBC agrees with me.
  I am a gee-nee-us.


If I shoot my TV, is it crapicide?

  Fire up your TiVos, kiddies. An iNDEMAND cable TV special on April 24th is planning a séance that will attempt to contact John Lennon’s ghost. They plan on soliciting the deceased Beatle to channel them lyrics for a new song, which they will then have produced.
  If this works, I suggest that they next try to contact Keven Federline’s talent. Or Tara Reid’s acting ability. Or Paris Hilton’s brain.

  Wait, these are things that never existed.


Huh.

  It turns out that Isaac Hayes probably didn’t quit South Park. Instead, his church quit for him.

  Curiouser and curiouser.