RandomFailure

I tried liking the Terminator TV show. I really tried. I fought through Season 1, with each episode offering my just enough to keep watching. The Season 2 premiere killed it though. I can’t keep watching this formulaic crap. Save thing every week: blow shit up, question Cameron’s loyalty (will she kill John? will Sarah kill Cameron?), suffer through Brian Austin Green, advance the plot by millimeters. Too much time, not enough payoff. You’re done.

If you watch any TV (and since I watch very little TV, you probably watch more than me), you’ve likely seen the commercial for the video game Mercenaries 2. It has a song with the catchy piano riff in it. I liked it enough to try to figure out if it was a whole song or just a commercial jingle. It is a whole song, and it’s available for free from the game developers’ (Pandemic Studios) Web site: see the Downloads page or get the song directly. When you listen to the whole thing, it’s pretty funny. The site doesn’t tell you who it’s by, but various other sites attribute it to the Wojahn Brothers, though I can’t find anything definitive. Enjoy!

I was thinking while in the shower this morning (and oddity in and of itself) that with the Hollywood writers’ strike now over, there might be some reduction in the number of reality shows. Which, as you might guess, is a good thing. An aside: There was a print ad a few years ago for a beer (I forget which watered-down swill) that had the line “Let’s get back to fake TV and real breasts.” Or something like that.

Anyway… I was thinking that maybe some reality shows needed to be combined to cut down the total number and shake things up a bit. I just thought of a few:

• Gene Simmons Rock of Love Intervention: Gene Simmons prevents women from dating Bret Michaels. Let’s face it: he’s washed up and needs a career boost. Gene would be doing them a favor. Or maybe just doing them.
• Scott Baio is 46 and in Celebrity Rehab: Might actually need a career jolt more than Bret Michaels.
• The Biggest Dancing with the Loser Stars: The weight loss phenomenon goes dancing! Millions of saps will watch until they see the horror of the Michael Moore wardrobe malfunction. Hosted by Oprah!

You bastards!

Wow. Watching last night’s episode of The Wire I was stunned when Omar got dropped. I was holding the baby, leaning forward with my mouth open. Just plain stunned. Karen asked, “You didn’t see that coming, didn’t you.”

“Hell no.”

I’m still stunned. The one thing I would have thought I would have been able to guess about this story is that Omar would have been the last man standing. Or limping as his “Spider-Man shit” (per Marlo) left him with a broken ankle.  But that’s the great thing about this show - always keeps you guessing.

This video (YouTube link); also available on ABC.com at better quality with just the music video part (no lead-in or lead-out, plus you may need to download a plugin), from Sarah Silverman on the Jimmy Kimmel Live show, is hilarious. No, there’s no nudity or anything like that. Just watch it. Also via Preston and Steve (thanks guys!) who mentioned it this morning and played some of the audio.

Somehow, this video footage got released of Berman losing his mind at someone for doing something during MNF. Not quite sure what it is though. Saw the link on Preston and Steve’s site.

The Golden Globes have been canceled, pretty much. Reduced to a “news conference”. (See articles from E! and the New York Times.) Does anyone outside of Hollywood still care about any of these self-congratulating awards shows? If the ratings are really bad (which I guess they will be), does that mean that the show won’t be broadcast anymore? Of course, that would mean that NBC would likely fill the block of time with “reality” programming, since without writers that’s what we’re reduced to. Though you wouldn’t know that from NBC’s Web site, which includes a banner ad stating: “Strike? What strike? NBC is all-new, all week.”

It’s rather obvious from me making three posts in a single day that I’m not sitting in front of the TV.

I’m sick of this a-hole. Really.

We, the intelligent citizens of America, hate you Dr. Phil. Specifically because of your continued insistence on forcefully injecting yourself into the headlines for no other reason than the fact that you’re a publicity whore. See a specific example in his visit to the train wreck known as Britney Spears (link to Reuters article).

Please go away. Now.

Aah! Like ice cream on a hot summer day, HBO’s The Wire is back for its fifth (and final) season. To be able to fully appreciate this show, you have to be willing to dedicate yourself to watching the entire season. It’s like a good book - you can’t know how it will turn out only a few pages in. The only “surprise” from episode 1 was that we didn’t get to see Omar (by far, the best character on TV). I imagine that we will be seeing him quite a lot later.